Wormtongue

Stop whispering in my ear,
and saying things that aren't true.

You lie, continually.
But you never leave.

Oh I can sew your mouth shut for a while,
a day.
a month.
a few years.

But you will always tear the thread from your lips,
rear your ugly head,
no matter how bloodied you might get.

And suck every ounce of life out of me.

You lie,
and you lie,
and you lie.
Convincing me without evidence or cause.

"The worrier's disease."

At least we both have it,
I suppose.

Strange, I think.
That it popped up today for the both of us.

I just wish
that my brain
would shut up.