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 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 wisdom,
because of my twister 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 isn’t worth living
with this bastard
constantly visiting
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