Anxiety manifest

A Poem by Maple Ellen

I can't stop saying I'm sorry.

It comes without words,

Visiting in late hours, no warning

No color to its eyes,

But only the whites can be seen

Similar to a child's portrait,

After a nightmare they had one late night

Proportions are uneven, inhuman,

Its outline but dark scribbles

'What have we here?',

It asks with teeth so white like bleached bones.

The voice scratches my ears,

I feel them ache

It cannot be ignored,

It knows that

When it breathes down your nape,

Continuing its whispers, invading the

flames of my soul, dimming it,

Only to abuse you until its had its fill

Nothing can be done when it comes,

Nothing at all