Such misery.

You tear through a person

ripping at their enjoyment

stealing their peace

denying concentration 

preventing rest 

seldom leaving

from dawn you gather your forces

until dusk in continual strikes

not allowing any true rest

causing anxiety by relentless

bombardment of the emotions

working your particular brand

of chronic exhaustion from

which there is no escape

your terror is that of peaks 

and deep troughs each thumping

to a tuneless rhythm that sounds

in the ear to the beat of the heart

relentless pursuit of your victim

the knowledge of just where 

to strike next, occasionally

teasing by withholding your power,

giving false hope and then

turning the volume of attack

to its full capacity sending hope

crashing and causing the brain

to scream for ease, for release.

Are you a weapon of vengeance?

an arrow sent from on high?

is that why people look up and ask

what have I done to deserve this?

not waiting for the answer.

There can't be a god because he

wouldn't allow me to suffer like this

He would be good and kind and gentle

so people create their own answers

a god of the imagination 

who doesn't, who couldn't, who wouldn't,

inflict such pain and cause such misery.