This nagging feeling
like an ever closening sea.
Isn't inching
towards me,
it's rushing forwards
like the ghostly woman
from "the ring"
climbing out of her TV.
The intense feeling
to which I am resigned,
like a drill bit
driving deep into my mind.
The wailing sound
it makes,
screeching in agony,
is occupying every
bit of my head.
Grinding my teeth,
until my mouth is all
blood and bone instead.
The wretched soundtrack
of my own internal voice,
giving me negative feedback,
never applause.
It just screams and curses,
utters words of terse adversity,
it mutters that I'm not worth anything.
It shouts and spits.
Ripping my peace of mind to bits,
and then it sits.
Happily watching me
crawling in the dirt,
collecting my shattered thoughts
and repairing the hurt.
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