The Visitor Poem by Dyna Misery

The Visitor



He crawls across this place
With a snarl on his face
He comes for me in the dark
Without permission
He'll embark
On his mission
Of my demolition
I don't try to fight
It does no good
Because even if I could
I know he'll win this battle tonight
Close my eyes until it's over
And, as always, eventually I'll recover

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