The lovechild of stress and caution.
An unwelcome neighbour,
Making itself at home in your delusion.
It’s intentions – unclear.
It picks it’s moments,
Most uncalled for.
Like lying in your bed and hearing the front door become ajar.
Or hearing your name whispered very softly from afar.
It’s a teaseful breed.
Unlike lust and greed, for it, we have no need.
Or do we?