Relapse
Damn, I thought I was past this,
At least on the surface.
Mangled misshapen life.
Back to drag me down.
Drives everyone away,
This ... sickness,
It poisons the corners of my mind.
I retreat into the darkest corner,
To find it waiting.
It grins like a Cheshire cat,
Stalks my movements.
Anticipates,
Lies in wait.
Always waiting for...
... a slip?
Copyright © Louise Reilly | Year Posted 2008
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