A is for

Churning a wyrm within me
burrowing, feeding on fears
and leaching its life
from regrets, bad decisions
in memories yet the very
things we saw coming
but from which we were
too stupid to run

it sits in our minds
smug towards our sulking
mocking those ambitions
towards which we’ve
stopped walking, body
lethargic with its
parasitical grunge
mucking through our

it’s a damned deadly,
cunning thing, and if you
don’t sweat it out
it’ll never go away


It will eat you if you let it, folks.

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