Fear
resides inside me
at times it drives me
We used to be friends
In fact, it got itself comfortable
took off its socks and pokes at me with its toes
a smack on its face as it claims my space
It’s obsessive nature clouds me
I’ve learnt it’s scent
how it replays it’s collection of my transgressions
It has one for every merry occasion
It bends my neck
to look over my neighbors fence
an old friend that I’m outgrowing
at times, it’s familiar scent is soothing
explains why it’s always lurking
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