The Visitor

it comes, scratching its nails down 

the blackboard of my psyche

it grips and won’t let go of me 

dragging me down

shoving me around,

my anxiety is a cage I can’t break,

it takes, and takes again

it’s a sick and twisted game

I never planned to be a part of,

I curse the day I unwittingly 

let it across my threshold

if only I was told 

it’ll be up to no good

if only I could

erase this schism

and replace it with

a calm inner vision,

because of my twisted visitor

they now have to administer 

a higher dose to numb the fear

but however much I take

it’s still here 

stapling reminders

deep inside my gut

pulling me into a rut 

and here I am admitting

this fucked up life

just ain't worth living

with this bastard 

constantly visiting

and never leaving me alone