The Cycle of Pain

I hate it all.

I don’t want it

but I am it

I’m it and more

I run from it

screaming murder

It hungers for all that

I’ve hid and fought for

to keep something pure

It comes in the death of the day

It comes for death and decay

It keeps coming

nothing keeps it at bay

I look into its eyes

It looks hungrily

all of me

all of who I am

I am not me anymore

It took me

while hunting it

while running away

while denying it

not enough to stir me

enough to kill

it took

it took

it took

It took me and left itself

it has taken

It doesn’t hide

It doesn’t need to

It took

It took

It took

I am It

It took

the sunshine is gone

It took

the joy dried up

It took

I have nothing left

It took

til there was nothing left to take

Who I was

no longer is

It is me

me no longer exists.

I am it.

It has taken

while I was a hostage

ready for the taking.