Hitting hard and hitting heavy

Suddenly realising

You were not ready

Terrifying knowing the aptitude for scheming

There is no trusting

Despite the yearning

He’ll be back the Spirits keep warning

I”ll be safer and better for it

But nothing stops it frothing forward

I’ll never stop


Ever return to it

It scares me proper

The intelligence

The cunning

I will never settle for it

So why is it hurting

Catching my throat

Stopping me breathing


Who are you really?

Without controlling or using or cheating…..

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