begone.

I’m staring down my well of melancholy
searching the bricks for the catalyst,
all the while knowing damn well
it’s you.
I’ve even corrupted your memory,
painted you too perfectly
and in turn you’ve infected my dreams,
poisoned them with your presence.
I thought the way out was through,
but couldn’t have been more wrong.
The only way out is to banish you.
Begone!