Sadness
I see him
I see him coming
and I am terrified
I shudder as I feel him
come closer
With a grin,
he greets me, his eyes
like that of death's
He stares at my nakedness
and I begin
to curl up into a ball
He laughs at my inability
and scoffs at my silence
To the creatures of the night,
he speaks of my shame,
my weakness, my dumbness,
my loss.
He is here.
He has come.
