A Lingered Fight

Scrapbook poems

Something is attacking me.

The thing I drove away not long ago is back,

The monster.

Now it stands at the door to my soul,

desperately clawing,

Trying to consume me.

He know my weakness,

Knows when I am vulnerable.

He know it may be possible for him to enter me again,

and this time go deeper than before.

My fear keeps me safe for now,

But soon that will leave me

and I may be aloneto fight against him

-Remeber The Other-

I do not know with certainty

that he can be stopped.

yet I know if he enters,

He WILL kill me from the inside out.

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