The Fugg

Nobody knows

when The Fugg 

will show up,

comes in

draped in black

dripping like a thick fog

that drops down,

covering,

completely,

with its filthy

curly claws,

searching deep 

into every pore,

filling you with

an invisible glue

with insidious grip,

The Fugg slows you down,

summons paralysis

as it

steals your senses,

leaves you living

with the lights dimmed.

 

The Fugg fills you with

hesitations, and doubts

makes you baffled and bewildered,

never knowing how long

it's going to stay,

days, weeks, months?

Years even,

No one knows.

But you know when

The Fugg has,

taken hold of you.

 

Difficult to shake The Fugg off

and even if I do,

I know The Fugg will return

dragging me through bogs and troughs

asking everyone, Who are you?

They’ll reply, 

What the hell has happened to him?

If they really wanted to know,

I could tell them

he’s somewhere submerged,

in the grip of The Fugg

where the familiar becomes a thorny forest,

full of threat and fear

sends me tumbling into

a topsy turvy world

where lies turn into truth

and truth becomes lies.

But all you get is silence.

and the growing fear

that one day,

The Fugg will stay with me forever.

you don’t want that, 

for The Fugg's an expensive fellow,

with The Fugg by your side,

you grimly count the cost and the losses,

like your vim and vigour

as it pulls me into

strange and shifting lands,

a swirling, sliding, slipping place,

a mesh of shade and shadow.

 

life was fine before The Fugg arrived

I never knew The Fugg existed

but one fateful night 

I made the acquaintance 

with The Fugg

and now everything is different

as The Fugg obliterates

what came before,

recognition fades,

now I know not him that came before,

of his likes, dislikes and history

'tis all a mystery.

 

Each visit of The Fugg leaves me worse

eroding me as a wave would smother the shore

the wall paper of my world is slowly being 

torn, stripped and peeled

leaving nothing,

but bare walls.