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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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Been a while since I’ve read your posts, Sarah!
    Missed you! :*


    1. not sarah 😛

      But thanks, I am Srilata 🙂

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      1. Oops! Sorry, Srilata. 🙂

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        1. No problem, I should probably disclose it there. (i wrote a post on a fictional Sarah, somewhere, totally understand the confusion)….. Great to see you!! Was looking forward to a post from you!

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          1. Ooh, I see. Haha. Will call you Sri if you don’t mind. 🙂 Been really really dormant but will get back to writing soonest. Will spend time on your site, Sri. 🙂 Keep posting. 🙂

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