Ambrose K. Madoc

26 Apr, 2017 07:24 PM
He lurks in the shadows
Hiding from me
Waiting from me
I sense him
Anxiety signals him
He is near
And then he strikes

It is when I am most joyous that he strikes
Not a hard strike
Rather a wave
A wave of nothingness
The worst kind
A nothingness that empties me
Takes me into oblivion and stops
He stops
He is gone
And I am still empty
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