I am Weak

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

You wriggle and invade,
and struggle as I might,
I cannot expel you from my brain
because I am weak.
You burrow deep,
leave your bait,
and, like a fool,
I take it,
again,
and again,
and again.
Nothing works against the worm
because I am weak.
"Ignore" stares at me,
glowing on the screen,
taunting me to see what's
hidden.
A vow I make;
no longer will this worm
goad me.
But here I am,
again,
because I am weak,
and no matter how many times I leave,
I will always return.
Because I am weak.

[Delta40]

I think the accent on I am weak gives the poem some of its strength (ironic) along with 'again' like some ongoing cycle to the point that you've excused yourself. The poem is bleak in the sense that it gives no hope that the worm will turn. I also think the word choice with wriggling, burrowing, bait is good since worms are bait but you've used it as a double context.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Thank you for your comments, Delta.

[cafolini]

I like this poem. It takes all kinds and each must have inalienable rights to be as they are, and be protected by the system if necessary. Good write.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Thanks, cafolini. :)