I hear it
it moves in ever so closer to my heart
i know it
my name is written within its chapters
i try to avoid it
it clings to me like fine dust
i find it disturbing
yet because who i am i cannot give it rest
i say things to him
it cannot hear me
i try to picture a world where it isnt
but it seems the pages would be blank.
i think i am insane
it seems i might be correct
i am bombarded with visions of truth
for some reason i am still lost
i want to end this
it would be ill fated
i dont know what to do
my mind is downward spiraling into oblivion...
Michael Stevens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idk-what-to-name-this/
