Silent spears are thrown
Quietly hitting the target
Your home
Then nestling deep inside
Like a traitor try to hide
Slowly but surely
Infecting inside out
Becoming a voice
With a legitimate shout
Mimicking your every move
Infiltrating, spreading bad news
Taking you to a point
Of total despair
With no money left
And lots of pulled out hair.
What a terrific, visual representation that so accurately and viscerally engages this type of crime against one's very personhood. Excellent piece, Tom! :) S
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I would like to translate this poem
A scary new kind of fishing, or hunting. Insidious attack - I hope you haven't experiencd it yourself. Clever poem