Premonition

A lament

It lurks in your mind
A secret thought
That years of depression
Has brought to the fore

Like an itch under the skin
Tingling in your feet
Like a tarantula on the back
Always just out of reach

It’s a dreadful premonition
That nothing matters
That all joy is fragile
And always shatters



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