“I”phoria

2017.11.01 @ 20:42

The I in me,

Although repressed and veiled in optimism,

I can still feel it as it squirms,

Like maggots under my skin,

Eating its way to my core.

Resolute.

It is voiceless.

            I can

                        Hear it.

It is intangible;

I can,

Touch it.

It is alive.

And every night as I lay in bed

I wrap myself around it,

Like a mother protecting her child,

Comfort it,

Caress it,

Nurture it.

You see… I need it.

The thirst it inspires

Allows the horde

To drink.

And when the horde drinks,

The vile antagonist

Sleeps for one

            More

            Day.