"Hopeless" is the thing with fangs-
That stalks one in the night-
And hums a heavy tune-
Waiting for the chance to strike-
And terror- by the beast-- is found-
And how unfortunate must be those-
That fight within the dying light
Against that which defiance grows-
I've heard its horrid whispers-
But from them I can never flee-
And in the glaring mirror, I swear,
I can see it staring back at me.
In honor of Emily Dickinson.