I know it’s there
and it won’t go away
it’s been there so long
I thought it was here to stay
I can hear it
softly screaming my name
begging me to return
to my old game
I can feel it
pulling me in it’s direction
and making me sick
like some horrible infection
I tried to kick it back
and keep it away
but I know it’s still there
watching, waiting, every single day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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