Stubborn Trouble

He preys on my curiosity and my fears

He is a deadly charmer and knows all

He sleeps in darkness, and is worse than foes.

Oh, “Stubborn Trouble” is the name he owns.

He plays with my heart and my head

Pushes me deep in shadows of a den

Then pretends to be the truest of my friends

And takes me by my arm to the weirdest hell.

Stubborn Trouble is cunning and jack of all trades

He swings you in a twister and is eye of a storm

He grows with you and abandons you not

He finds you always, no matter where you go.

I feign sternness and strength

To rebuff trouble, who is now a friend,

But he is in my mind, all the way

And his affection always grows no matter what I tell.

-Vaisakhi Mishra