That Damn Bug

January 25, 2017

It creeps in
Like a silent little bug
Squirming through
The happy thoughts
Painting them black
Ripping out the joy
Leaving only sorrow
And regrets
That never can be changed
That damn little bug
Crawling over my joy
Leaving me hollow;
A shell of who
I ought to be

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