no one told me

what I needed

to feel alive again

no one said

enemies are the things inside you

it takes so many names

I lost count

it begs and wishes

and warms

it festers in the bottom of you

ripping out whatever was there first

building a home in borrowed space

it gathers

skin from day to day

year to year

it never washes itself clean

it curls around your vital parts

convincing them

it belongs

it slips out of my teeth

fingers

thoughts

when I make my attempt

to rid myself of its grip

it is there

you know it

I know it

it found me years ago

a pair of blue eyes

brought it to my doorstep

I didn't want it

but it made me someone else

and that someone else

wasn't empty

Reviews

[Jack...]

This wonderful poem is like a labyrinth of thoughts and ideas all collecting in a very nice ending (exit). Very cool, I like how this journey felt as I traveled it.

[thespaceinmybed]

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