Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Past, Present, Persistent Presence

Like a pulsing headache
your presence persists
not audible or visible
but present non-the-less

nagging, biting, pulling at me
with relentless fervor
unstoppable and obstinate
like a fervent fever

Never have I felt a feeling so horrible
or maybe I repressed the memory
a coping mechanism

The more I fight
The bigger it gets
As I try to observe
it floats away

I feed it with fantasy
Keep it alive with my blood
Parasitic in nature
So I open the flood

Bleed!
Bleed!

Relieve the pressure the resides in me

Give in!
Give in!

Let it live
A life of its own...

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