The Ruthless Visitor

It came knocking at my door again

With its ugly face

And an aura that stank

I tried to get away. 

I truly did

Instead it embraced me

Made me its friend

Took a corner of my soul

Resided there and won’t let go. 
At first, I refused to recognize it

Not sure if its an old friend 

The one that I got rid of

Or a new fleeting one

A fear. 


The lines between depression and sadness


Till they are in you

Then you know. 


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