Not Over Yet Poem by Chloee Desormeau

I dared to think it,
dared to think it was done,
but how could I have believed it,
all I had done was run..

This thing that has taken possession of me,
this trap I've involuntarily stepped in,
It's holing tight refusing to let me free
and I'm starting to think it'll never let me win.

I am so confused,
so unprepared,
my heart is already so used,
my thoughts now always so impaired.

But I guess the choice is not mine,
and there will be no need to define
for I must now get ready
for what is ruthlessly coming back for me.