They're Coming At You

A rush of colour
A blur of sound.
It’s all torsos and legs
(off with their heads!)
kicking up a storm.
You know you’re doomed.
It’s as if the mix of meds
you take that keep you calmed
have ganged up on you
and conspired to bring you down.
They’ve deserted you
and left you
alone and unprotected.
And this multitude, these people,
have selected you.
Now they are coming at you.
They’ve been sent
to destroy you. It’s meant
to be. But why
would they want
to destroy an innocent
who has never hurt a soul?
You’re overwhelmed.
You cry out. You cry out.
You cry out for a hole
in the ground
that can swallow you whole.


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