Today I was aware of a presence within me
A presence not my own
Someone, something inhabiting my mind
A possession which now seems to have flown
The racing feeling in my head
Like a nausea of the mind
Was someone sifting through my thoughts?
Was this the first and only time?
It was an unsettling experience
The unusual and unknown fed discomfort
But the aftermath is twice the unease
An emptiness, a void, a conundrum