They Come On

They come on
In little bits and pieces
As a suggestion and a little nag
That pokes and jab at you;

It is as though they’re saying,
‘Time to take heed and watch out’
We may come for you
All over again (if you’re not careful);

They continue to tease you
Making you itch a little
Through light irritation
Sometimes a little bit more;

Then they come in patches:
That is when we know
We need to keep watch and maybe
Start examining and making change;

Still bearable it seems
We console ourselves
Poking at the little patches
Thinking it would go away;

Then they start their full assault
Taking over (your) control
Leaving you in drapes and
Perhaps in bewilderment and regret;

Why
Then you may ask yourself,
Did you not take heed and
Take precautionary measures?

Maybe the host is not strong:
Not as strong as he thinks he is
Not as in control as he likes to be
Not as clever as he seeks to be;

Maybe the fall began
In winter twenty one six.

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Strange

The difference:
It’s tiring and it’s not worth it
It’s worth it but it’s tiring

You’d think ‘and’ sounds better than ‘but’
Yet not in this case;

Maybe it does hold true:
Mental weariness
Far outweigh
Physical tiredness;

But how queer:
Something non-phyiscal
Having greater physical quantification than
Something physical;

You can see your body
Can you do the same with your mind?

Strange.