Friday, January 14, 2011

The past in present

PAST
My name was whispered
It was midnight and one of the first moments I became afraid of sleep
My eyes widened

He had a white mask and a knife ideal for a butcher
He held it an inch above my face
And repeated my name
He thought he was being funny, making me afraid


But I was lifeless

I might as well have been dead
for fear had completely paralyzed me


I had lost again








PRESENT

A steel burden has placed itself upon me
I carry it through all of life
I shield myself at work
I protect myself through sleep
I hold onto safety when I walk, when I drive, and
when I breathe
Perhaps the steel is carrying me
And I have become it’s burden by never letting it go

I shall document the day I feel free of it




I woke up alone and terrified again
It is not as if I go looking for this
It just seems to find me
My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach
Leaving a big gaping hole for death to take its toll
These nerves completely consume me
So I steer myself slowly around corners
And I pace slowly on these floors
expecting the end to jump out at me


It is all so tiresome

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