My independent novel im reading is called The Host. This poem is from the main character,Wanderer's point of view. When she is placed inside of a new host and the operation is unsuccesful to their unknowing, human Melanie is left trapped inside of her.
Standing here in the silence of the room
Though no sounds are here,
Its filled with gloom
The voice that came is very near
Its a strenuous one filled with anger
Apprehension touches the tips of my finger
Suddenly I feel that I am in sudden danger,
From this voice that seems to linger.
Shivers run up and down my spine
From Melanie, this Host’s previous owner
And I shall not be confined
By this uncontrollable donor.
That voice that came that very night
Became so frequently
She has put up a fight,
Of and on repeatedly.
I will not give up on this host
My determination is to your unknowing
Just because you’re the hidden ghost,
Doesn’t mean I won’t keep on going, going and going.
