the visitor

Kenopsia: (n) The eeriness of places left behind

my chest fills with a feeling I can't quite explain. 

as if the excitement for the future is trying to keep the anxiety at bay. 

as if this restless energy is calmed by its own presence, 

and it won't seem to change. 

maybe it's here to teach me something. 

some type of lesson. 

is this what you contain?

are you here to bring me great blessings

that I shouldn't be able to otherwise attain?

or maybe you're here for something far more sinister. 

to administer pain. 

to refill my heart with the shame that I've worked so hard to replace.

I've become weary of you visitor. 

what tricks are you here to play? 

why have you chosen this place? 

what do you have to gain?

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where have you gone visitor? 

now nothing else remains. 

now I am left with this empty space.

despite my claims, you never showed your face, 

or told me your name. 

I feel betrayed, but my heart doesn't fill with hate. 

it doesn't fill with rage. 

it's not quite the same. 

it's just this feeling, that I can't quite explain.