~Visitor~
I feel brittle from the hollow despair,
It creeps up on me like dewy frost crystals in the winter air,
It's irrational, oppressed and reckless,
Unpredictable, it will swoop around any corner,
Unhinged from reality, weeping and leaning like a willow tree,
Distraught and distressed, doomed to be livid from the constant unplanned and sporadic visits,
Constant wilting leads to an empty vase,
But if given proper care a new flower put in its place may bloom,
But neglected may hinder unfolding.
