ME

Last night I came to face a fearful beast,

One I thought was long and far deceased.

It crept up upon me in my sleep,

It’s rage so strong I could only weep .

I became entranced and weak in the knees,

The sky is so dark, not a leaf on the trees.

As it stalked, I waited in fear,

It’s touch a painful burning sear.

Now, so close, I can smell it’s stench,

My muscles tense and began to wrench.

It looks at me with flaming eyes,

Feeding, thriving, upon my silent cries.

Something so familiar, could it be?

What I most fear I have finally come to be?

The beast I stare at, the beast I see,

Has come home to rest, this beast is me.