For today’s prompt, write an infested poem. There are many different infestations–from physical infestations to infestations of the heart and soul.
When you walked away three years ago,
I can’t say that I was relieved.
But an infection was ejected,
And I considered myself plague-free.
You probably never knew this,
Some things I tried to keep unseen.
But your love was like a disease,
For which I carried no vaccine.
An affliction that was like an addiction,
Transmitting emissions of grand admiration.
But my condition had gone into remission,
Absence was the physician’s prescription
to get me through this lonesome duration.
Then you arrive, back in my life,
Inflaming the fever that is sure to ignite and
Without even trying, my pulse rate rising,
Because my love for you has never subsided
since the day we’ve been divided.
Your existence has infected me.
Your parasitic love has infested me.
This chemistry is obviously telling me
That you still have my heart,
And potentially the rest of me.
Now I know I could:
Suffer the sickness,
Mind the misery,
And endure the epidemic
All to a thousand degrees.
Because, my love, in all reality,
You are the complete cure
To my lonely heart’s disease.
Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth