Poetry – #3


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I know the sign when I see it
Though it’s subtle, I can feel it
Even if I try, I can’t escape it
I want to, but I can’t fight it.

I’ve been here before
Still, I ain’t ready for what’s to come.
The pain; I fear
The tears; I am unready for
The feeling; I totally dread

Will it leave me numb
And push me to doubt my existence
Will it make me shut down
And cry myself to sleep each night.
Will I lose interest in all
And feel worthless afterwards

Whichever it is
I hope it fades
Way faster than the last time.