They Lie In Wait I find myself Far too often Al..

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They Lie In Wait I find myself Far too often Alone It is a dangerous place Where thoughts, Uninvited And uncharacteristically violent, Rear their vicious heads. With friends around, Those same thoughts hold no terror, No hostility. They lie in wait, until, When left alone, I can be surrounded. It is now they bite, With no pattern or rhythm, A maddeningly random attack, Striking, poisoning. The venom takes grip, I am forbidden from hope, And I see darkness In every picture in my mind. My chest tightens. I curl, Knowing, once again, The only respite is sleep, If only I could sleep.