Poem #398

She is coming back again. 
I can feel her ominous presence.  
I turn the lights on wherever I go 
in hopes it will balance the darkness 
that’s slowly clouding my mind. 

I feel like a beast is going to emerge 
out of my mouth, reach it’s tentacles  
to the back of my head and slowly  
take over my physical being after years 
of eating my spirituality away. 

I tried to posion it with every vice in my book. 
At least the ones I was willing to try 
but it backfired because she fed of it and got stronger. 
I don’t know how to push her down, 
she is a mere minute away from emanating.  

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