The World in Me

poems of thoughts and feelings.


3. Solitary

It creeps slowly towards me.
At first, not letting me see.
Then, it hugs me.
I push and pull to get it away from me.
But it was no use.
It twirl and swirl.
It teases as it please.
No matter what,
There it was smiling at me.
Slowly, I acknowledge its existence,
An existence I rather not see.

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