initial stage
it began as a sort
of sensation
nothing visible
merely acknowledged
for its peculiar presence
at it bee a while since we've spoken
so its mostly ignored
as all things come and go
one step forward
and its much more intense
it was a slow progression
then it all catches up
and you receive the warning of it becoming
a threat
from sensing something there
its taken form
now of the likes which can now be identified
the shape of a cloudy mass
floating around you
but the most concentrated mass
found infront of my face
where it takes hold of a shape of a mask
it forces itself ontop
throwing my being out of balance
~the like of being subjected to a mere illness
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Poetryincoherent, inconsistent ramblings about a person trying to reach a consensus with itself