It Creeps In…

It always creeps in

like the cockroach in the room


It slowly crawls from beneath the filth and sits in the corner of your soul

when you think you swept it all off

and it seems clear and vacant…

the soul devoid of hope, is the most pious, the most free

free of any dreams or fears

free from the fear of failure or hurt…

And as soon as the calmness drifts you to an innocent sleep

It crawls to the front of the door


waiting for you to open your eyes

and you scream

bereft of your innocence

bereft of the calmness

bereft of the void…

Hope has crept in again

Making you human, vulnerable, insecure and defenceless … Again!!