The sickness finds us.
We try to run,
we try to hide,
but it always finds us.
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Nice one! I wasn't sure where you were going, so the end surprised me. Cool! That is what poets are supposed to do!
Aside from the 'Down the Sickness' song in my head now, this is a great poem. 'try to run, hide, it always finds us', this sense of urgency is awesome. Your idea to portray jealousy as a sickness is inspired. Double plus awesome-y.