It knocks when no one listens
Only I hear it
A voice that speaks less than quiet about why I don’t deserve to be
It shutters another silent stabbing soliloquy at my sobering situation
Sadness looms sloping towards no satisfactory salvation
So it seems set in motion again are stolen seeping unwanted salutations
It rears its head
Invisible to those around me
I hate it more than hate itself
But direct to mirrors what I see
It deepens darker dangling that which downs me
Dealing in the devil’s work to damn and deny the truth around thee
Descending, decaying, defying, destroying all that which surrounds me
It creeps to make me crawl, crying and confounding
Killing my conscience and confidence
I feel like I am drowning
A kaleidoscope of confusion ever circling Witness my cursed crowning
It knocks when no one listens
Only I hear it
A voice that speaks less than quiet about why I don’t deserve to be
It slinks away
Before I may confront it
It will return worse than before
But it will find nothing