Fighting myself
The struggle that never ends
Has been calm for so long
Apparently it hid to gather strength
Because I have not faced
This new monster
It must have had the perfect conditions
For most things we despise
The dark moist nooks and crannies
A black unnoticed corner of my mind
Where it could flourish
I know I will win
How can I not
The outcome is not important
But its effect
On those involved
Will I be
As I felt yesterday
Or more wicket, impatient, or vile
Like my other side
Only time will tell
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