It is a shadow that haunts me.
It lurks near,
whisper doubts,
insecurities, imperfections into
my ears.
It wraps it claws around my chest and
grips,
tightens
Until I can barely breathe.
Until I fall to my knees,
Innocent phrases turned
sinister, venomous,
"I'm Busy."Sounds
Like the fall of the
gabble.
And the shadows hiss,
"You are an annoyance."
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
It is a shadow that haunts me.
It lurks near,
whisper doubts,
insecurities, imperfections into
my ears.
It wraps it claws around my chest and
grips,
tightens
Until I can barely breathe.
Until I fall to my knees,
Innocent phrases turned
sinister, venomous,
"I'm Busy."Sounds
Like the fall of the
gabble.
And the shadows hiss,
"You are an annoyance."
