You are the constant ache in the
back of my
Mind.
I see you in my
Sleep,
You live behind my eyelids,
Wait for them to close,
Make your move.
You eat away
Slowly.
A leech
distracting.
I cannot defeat you ’til I
Fill your endless White with my
Black.
Strangle you with letters,
My commitment
Your death sentence.
J. Bodwell, USA
The Social Poet 