Plagiarism Poem by Germina Melius

The literary parasite feeds on my brain cells absorbing my energy.
My literary ghost whispers my words.
Every time I read your poem, I hear my poem calling.
‘Mother! ' You bore my literary soul.
Stolen child, like precious antiques for years this woman mourned your loss,
broken like vases, the relics I took to create priceless artifacts.
Call the police! My literary soul is missing, a jewel on a pirate ship in the darkness.
Memories dishevel my mind.
Release my hostage from your galley, the collective hole where prisoners still sleep.
Literary syndrome also known as plagiarism needs a remedy,
two pills of wisdom taken before the heist, and a dose of intelligence at nights
to stimulate those blank cells called laissez-croire.
Release my mind's anatomy from your book, unbreak my literary bones, heal my confidence.
Make me speechless, let my complaints and worries fade in the air, unplagiarise me.
The rainbow smiles, The Deity watches from his kingdom.
Today, my words became human.
I watch the literary story unfold.
Its arms release from the elbow of a book, waving sporadically, voice calling ‘Mother! Mother! '
I am the creator, proud of my literary seed, comfort to my solitary life, my poem no longer a ghost, it has a human heart.

©2020
Germina Melius