• Afterthought of a pen,
    Remnant of a key touched,
    Scratchings of a pencil.

    Please stop!
    Their malice overwhelms me.
    For my fears here
    are personified, given life.

    Surrounding me,
    no refuge of escape
    to block out all these things
    barraging me constantly.

    Everyday occurrences-
    rolling off tongues,
    marking papers,
    typed documents.

    A never-ending battle,
    forever on the losing side.
    For how can you evade
    those menacing words?