A four-letter word

With the ability to shape

My thoughts

When I step out of home.


The kink in my armor

Of independence;

Shrinking me

Till I’m nothing again.


Sounds innocent enough

Till you have the misfortune

To experience

What it means.



Anger begets more anger;

Then why doesn’t pain?

If it did,

You’d rather die

Than do it again.

Disclaimer: It’s not written from personal experience. Though I have been spared the agony of that, every time I read about such incidents I feel as if in an alternate universe, it could have been me. I have conquered my fears of the creepy-crawlies and the ghosts in the dark…I just can’t seem to get over the demon inside men. 

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