Creeping.

September 23, 2011
I slowly feel it coming
The hurt I’m meant to have
It’s time it comes back
Around and around it goes
Like the seasons reoccurring
I find myself out of place
Separated from my emotions
Afraid to attach to them
Fearing the worst
Fearing if I do, it will do more damage
I expect it
I am afraid of it
The days pass by and I sense it
Every day it gets closer
I cannot stop it
I don’t know how
I know its coming
Can make it?
Not this time around
This time will be fatal
I let my mind get carried away
I let my fear consume me
Awaiting what is going to destroy me





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