Planting the Seeds, Spreading like Weeds

​I slink and I slither wherever you are, I writhe and I wriggle very near, never far;

I’ll consume your every thought until your “coulds,” “shoulds,” and “woulds” are all but not;

Could you have illustrated the beauty that surrounds, in colors so lifelike, vivid, profound?

Should you have weaved words to gentle melodies as intricate as a loom and, like sirens, lure men to their doom?

Would you have twirled on the weight of the wind, with a gait, graceful like horses, winged?

Tears will stream as you grovel on your knees, begging me to let your dreams be;

Your heart will echo at a breakneck pace, at the thought of me baring my face;

In the recesses of your mind in my shadowy corner, I’ll grow​​ my fortune, do not say I didn’t warn ya;

And who may you ask am I to turn your exhalations to whispers, make you hesitant to speak, thoughts muddle and spiral, swirling like twisters?

My name is well known, so I shall not say it,

No.

Instead, I will let it fester in your throat like a lump of brittle clay;

A crescendoing chant that resounds in your head, millions of beady eyes staring through your very soul;

Because when it’s just you alone, I’m your biggest threat.