Gloom & his fancy!

He seems to take a fancy for me these days,

I try to give him the slip as I soldier on squelching my hurt with a brave smile,

But he’s possessed.

He lurks at every corner whose path I traverse,

possessed with a determination to snuff out my soul & make it his.

Gloom…he wants to be me but I fight him.

It’s all a matter of statistics perhaps…

He might have won the first round,

and seems to be holding the reins now,

but now is not forever….dear Gloom!

You shall have to leave one day

To stroke the luck of victim-hood elsewhere.

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