This thing, it chases me. Everyday
It never stops moving, a mental ballet.
It chases the thoughts right into my mind
And once they are conquered. It continues to twine.
I can run through the meadow
I can run through the street
But it won’t stop pursuing. I can’t even eat.
I try to confront it, but it only yields dread
Of a future so bleak
The shoes of my mind are all out of tread.
It breaches my dreams with a contemptuous smile
After I plead, “GO AWAY!”
An invasion, so vile!
As it chases me past a wall of mirrors
I stop in an instant. The picture now clearer.
Then I see myself in a solitary stance
Nothing is chasing. Unaccompanied dance.
But I continue to run from this debilitating cyst
Like a twisting tornado.
It’s just me chasing me… through the dank, ghostly mist.