It eats me up from the inside
Inch by inch, crawling
I have known it’s face long enough
Having seen it in mirror, sprawling.
What can one possibly do?
When one is one’s own foe?
What mask does one undo
With no face underneath to show.
What trickles down the brim of my cup
Is now my soul, spilled over
And what you read, here and now
Is the last flicker before night’s over.