Witness

Insanity, madness takes over,

Paranoia breaths over my shoulder,

Haunted eyes-- all knowing look on

Blank face, small spaces, lights off.

It is me, who is

Trying to sneak past claustrophobic,

Starved windows still closed,

Too bad short footsteps make pointy sounds.

Turn around, feel about,

Where fear grows love does not shout.

Eyes near the blinds, arms held apart

Our challenge comes to be

With the heart’s forgetting to beat;

Do you want some company?

It appears we forgot how to speak;

So he clap clap claps

As he screams as he shouts as he f***s,

a f*****g until you scream f**k,

Raising up a storm of dust.

But it’s not anyone’s fault,

So I walk back and forth

Retracing the past

Making up answers that don’t quite add up

With the clock’s torture, the train comes near

and my feet and the ground and the tracks

Disappear; below we are one.

And the audience grips me tight with their eyes,

As pumping iron waves wash my head

Before I feel the rush of universal pain,

And the world comes to a halt.

No, I

Can’t request sympathy

Nausea arrived just as planned

Scheduled stops create perfect gap

For me to walk past your life;

Both, near and not,

To find cake crumbs of a heartache;

The first and the second offense

Before the third arrived alongside regret.

Here, boiling matter burst into hate!

It is you I have grown to detest.

Although I look on, I will never forget

How you robbed me of never. 

Author's Note

What feeling does it communicate?
Is it clear?
Leave me a note if you read, I accept poo

Reviews

[Ryne C Brathor]

that stuffs no good for you..It made me think you were leaving something or someone behind. Try anything once type stuff huh?