Desperate Measures
I repeatedly said NO to becoming a circle member
On several different occasions as I can remember
The things that are done are really not such a secret
Harvest, harness, control who's targeted as a threat
Wanting nothing of the cult, coven, or secret society
Stalked, alone, isolated with paranoia and anxiety
Taunting me with fear, so I would not tell everyone
Defaming my character, so I'm not trusted by anyone
Sending in familiar spirits to start a fight of some kind
Chaos and drama was a norm, so I paid it no mind
Videos and pictures taking for planned out schemes
Used to hurt me and create things not as they seem
I saw through the all the peasant type mind games
Jezebel/Prince charming/witches/warlock type lames
Friendly notions in public places with different clown faces
Hacked my devices, tracking my location; became court cases
Paid gang stalkers, but some now questioning their reason
Learning the truth caused plans to fail; some going to prison
Alive and standing strong without help and on my own
The facade of strength in numbers; cliche well known
Time to return everything stolen; clear up the orchestrated lies
Spiritually and physically death attempts; no need to apologize
I was born to love, live and create freely to enjoy a desired life
No stress, hate, fear, or to be imprisoned or enslaved in strife.
Copyright © Monulita Boey | Year Posted 2024
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