Subconscious
He came,
He left,
Again & again,
He operated by stealth,
He did not call me by name
Or announce his self;
Rather he lived in the deepest
Recesses of my mind,
In the cracks & crevices so blind.
He acted on my deepest fears,
He acted alone,
Was a conspirator,
Invaded my home,
A crafty enemy of sorts,
That will be ignored at my peril,
The anxiety he causes
Is his calling card
A broken mind, body is his goal
Your Life he takes another broken soul.
