Fear
05 October 2019
This unpleasantness again I fear is here
An unwelcome guest into my house
Who stands still, quietly, at my back
On tired floors squeaking like a mouse
Caresses me soft behind my neck
The whispered sounds burn in my ears
And chill the blood coursing through my heart
Causing my eyes to look behind my skull
A fruitless search that piques no sense
Only to see and hear nothing instead
But this unwanted visitor’s presence
Who still follows and will never part
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