Poisonous Thought

by Emma

They crept,
Silent giggles mingling with intent,
Multiplication and smug affirmation,
Pestilence and tainted,
The assailing platoon,
Strong and potent.

They march,
Insuppressible and buoyant,
Weapons of befoul loaded,
Ammunition reinforced,
Grenades of poison,
Decisive in their step.

They invade,
menacing and forceful,
Formidable alignment,
Crescive expanding formation,
Insidious corruption,
Shared malignity

Can you fight them? Or do you simply wave the white flag and surrender….

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…