I don’t want to be a link
On this chain of misery
Forged from blood
Of broken hearts

Twisted and rusted
From endless tears
I don’t want to spread the poison
Passed from them to me

It coils through my veins
Infects the victim,
Through anger, and insecurities
I don’t want to keep the fear

They made me carry
Within this body
It’s heavy but,
I’m reminded of

The reasons I keep it
I don’t want to bind another
To the curse they
So graciously blessed me with

It makes it hard to trust
And keeps the paranoia fresh
There’s never been a cure

Though, I think,
There is a way.
Inside myself,
I’m searching for
The remedy.

The poison,
It rages.
Especially when
Things seem
To be going so well.

It parades around, boasting of
The hold it has on me.
It takes over my mind and soul,
Creating a stampede of toxic thoughts

Ready to attack me
Ready to take
The little pieces of hope and peace
I find along my road.

And every time someone reaches out,
The toxins release
The urge.
To lash out.
The urge.
To bite.
It overtakes me

It needs to move
And spread to a new victim.

It urges me.
To help it spread.

So,
To fight it
I stay alone
A self-made quarantine.

With hope, it will fade

Taking me

With it

I’d rather

Go away

Then

See

Another

Link.