Loneliness is wicked
Drags my feet on the floor
Cars go past the window and wind howls

Everything stands still and its hands grip the neck of my clock and choke the moment

Stop scratching my mirror you demon!
My self image is distorted as it is, without you making a mockery of these daily reflections

Creeps into the bath through the drain
Or at night seeps through the cold sheets

I can see it staring at me through the keyhole
I stare back

Keeps hiding when I’m in the crowd, but only I know, its scrawny, bony hands sits heavy on my shoulders

Wicked, wretched, nasty, relentless you