Predator Pain Poem by Brian Paschall

The still frame images
Are like snapshots inside my head
Always there reminding me of the pain
A pain that no amount of alcohol will suppress
That no drug will ease
Like a predator it preys upon me
Victimizing the years of my life
A disease that I haven't a cure
For it's slowly taking me
As I try to fight it
I fear all is lost
Then like a thief in the night
The images that taunt me
Fade to black, all is quiet now
For loneliness is death