IT’S BACK
You’re like the shadow of the fan
Flickering ever-so-slightly on the ceiling
Your movements are subtle and fleeting
Making your intentions unknown yet sealing
Your footsteps droning in the background
The pitter-patter dull and persistent
I can’t help but wonder
Why is the agony so constant?
You’ve been there despite my progress
Dedicated to eliminate it from my conscience
This is driving force behind my existence
Don’t know whether to embrace or descend
A familiar friend and enemy that I live with
Hunkered in the darkest depths of my mind
Should I let you out to die or to thrive?
Do I have a choice or is it a matter of time?
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