The War

He threatens me tonight

I can feel him coming

Grasping at my lungs

My fingers start drumming

He’s pushing on my heart

Working and working

To give it a jump start

The panic is lurking

I feel his black spirit

Encompassing my mind

His voice chanting, I hear it

I tell myself I’m fine

But he’s so very charming

And his hands so very strong

There’s nothing that can harm me

But he starts to sing his song

As his long fingers grip my throat

And his lips reach my ear

He sings the first note

And collects the first tear

Tonight I’ve lost the battle

I can’t fight it anymore

As he makes my body rattle

I whisper, “I shall win the war”