It is here

It's when I stop

too tired to repair

It settles in and proves

that it's still there

A thing that seems

To know me from the inside

No hint of anything

that I can describe

It's when I realize

It will be with me always

It's forever there

In my mind it stays

Any sign of hope

It will shatter instantly

Sometimes it happens

Often and viciously

It feeds on rest

And grows when I go silent

A shadowed pulse

Slow and violent

It doesn't speak,

It obeys

And every break is something it creates,

Then saves

When I'm walking , I'm

Constantly looking closer

Over my shoulder , for it

To begin it's takeover

I pause in hysteria

It makes me silently hysterical

Too numb and inaudible

It's become critical

©Retro-Pain