The Mass

It has lifted now ; the grey mass that had enshrouded me earlier -

it has left.

I have banished it from every corner of my mind

Yet I feel it creeping back,

Sneaking its way in like an unwanted visitor.

                   

"Go away !"  I yell,

And even louder I yell again:

"Go away . Leave me alone, let me rest."

It doesn’t hear me,

Nor would it care to listen if it could.

At times it has ultimate control;

I am powerless against such a savage beast .

I cry out ,

But no one hears .

The sound of desolation echoes through the walls.

Still , no one hears.

I am within it now;

it contains me.

It’s voracious appetite for more has a self-consuming passion .

It is unceasing,

Yet, it can be broken

For I have broken it before,

from within.

It is indestructible,

Yet, I have destroyed it .