nemesism

i'm not the only one not sleeping.

he stirs and lurks in that dark, dusty corner. his presence steals every ounce of peace that i had owned.

i finally fall into deep slumber, but he is there still; he haunts my dreams. i suffocate in my dreams, as they strangle my understanding.

i wake, and he is there still, the bitterness of yesterday.

she is there still, the envy of former days and former selves.

i struggle against the waves of bitterness, gasping for breaths of peace and love, but i find myself drowning in the overwhelming currents of anger and rage.