It comes at night, in the morning or with silence
Sneaks up on you and pierces its claws though your skin
First leaving scratches, but with time it’s deep gashes
You go about your day
Still it haunts you
While you sit in quiet
Or as you walk through a crowded room
It whispers your name,
Just barely so you think you are insane
Then louder until there’s nothing but it that remains
It comes with force
Gravitates around each breath
An eerie reminder of death
And the life that remains
It taunts your every step
You are nothing and that will never change
Bullies you until the bruises blend in and your skin appears fragile
When you think it’s finally gone, it lurks around the corner
Waiting until the next trigger that will set it ablaze.
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