The runaway train

It hides,
ever present,
waiting.
 
It sneaks in,
takes its place,
for a few minutes,
or settling in
for a few days,
unwilling to move.
 
The weight
zaps my strength.
 
It can take more than me
to see it on its way.
 
The signs that herald it’s arrival
are becoming recognisable.
 
They can still remain elusive,
even now.
 
My strength is growing.
 
I am not alone.
 
The time between appearances lengthens.
 
I am aware,
it may never leave.
 

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