Cycles

Something I wrote as a letter with pain I feel at times.

Parasites dangling on my doorstep

They knock and I answer

I should not but their vile beckons

Withering up inside like cobwebs

Clogging the pores, clenching the chest

Pounding heartbeats as a solitary drum

Drowning into cavernous depths

Cycles through and through never-ending

As spinning clocks dance before my eyes

One clench of the stomach upheaval

Feeling the acid flowing upwards

A mysterious force that has no origin

So haunting yet a myth to all others

Test ran and exhausted resources

Trying to find an answer, a solid cure

But no results found, just more questions

Abound in some festering phantom

Boiling under my chest to full compress

Like wolf hounds barking down my stomach

Then surfacing and resting upon my innards

Tingling sometimes stretching sometimes wreathing

Into nights never so calm anymore

Parasites, they knock at my door

And invite themselves once more

Even though I should not

Just another endless cycle

And I, just a repetitive creature of my own demise

March 21, 2026