It
It grows
beneath the surface
It grows
Behind the curtain
It grows
And when it is seen
It’s too late
It’s there to stay
It is like a gas
Hovering
Following
Enveloping those
In its Smokey tendrils
Entrapping
Clinging like brambles
To clothes
It coils itself
Around
Tighter and tighter
It sits
By the ear
And hisses
Cruel music
To those unaware
Invisible It follows
Infecting the world
With its murky gloom
Making the future black
The world stops turning
Reverts to standing still
And it clings still
Holding in an unloving embrace
It’s like an impenetrable bubble
Of pain
Hatred reverberating back inside
While kindness sits beyond its walls
Kindness does not wait
It sits for only a while
Then leaves
Leaves you with it
Clawing for freedom
Does not work
For it infects deep
It becomes you
Escape can only come
From the outside
But the world is blind to it
So we sit
Afraid to make a sound
And it grows bigger
‘Tell there is no telling
The difference between you
And it
Until suddenly
It Fades
Gone for good?
Not likely
It always returns
It’s just away
Visiting family
Or taking a break
But it’s enough
Long enough
Long enough to speak
Long enough for the world to hear you
Long enough to be ready
When it comes back
Maybe you won’t be unarmed
Maybe you won’t be alone
But only if you speak
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