Tricks

The human mind is complicated, but also easily corrupted.

Hello, dear reader.

You seem a little queer,

You don’t seem interested,

Not yet, at least.

But don’t worry,

Though you are not talking,

Though you are not paying attention,

I can still hear and see you.

You don’t seem surprised by this,

You may have not turned around,

Because you know there’s nothing near you,

Right?

Perhaps you are sitting at your bed,

Or are reading this in your living room?

You may be surrounded by people,

Or you may be alone.

Maybe in a library,

Where you cannot make a sound,

Or maybe in your room,

Were you cannot be disturbed.

Where you can’t hear the weird silent sound coming from the end of the hallway,

Where you can’t sense the little footsteps that hover over the surface of the floor,

Where you can’t sense the slow approaching

As it gets near.

And you can’t feel the room getting colder.

And you can’t see how it’s just a few steps away from you.

Right?

Then,

Why, my dear reader,

Is your heart beating faster?

Why are you feeling anxious all of a sudden?

Why are all your senses suddenly awake?

Are you feeling aware of your fear?

Are you feeling suddenly conscious of your surroundings?     

Of its silence?

Of its unnecessary calmness?

Can you hear your pulse as loud as I can?

Then why, dear reader, you turn around so much?

Can you feel the eyes on you?

Burning holes into deep in your back?

As you touch the back of your neck to make sure everything’s alright?

Can you hear the ringing in your ears as the silence clots your thoughts?

Is the only thing that’s left there is my voice?

But there’s nothing behind you,

Right?

And there is actually no sound,

Right?

But that’s thing, isn’t it?

The human mind is so manipulatively beautiful,

So fragile,

So insignificant,

It plays tricks on itself.

Makes the human so vulnerable,

And the worst of it is that you can’t control it,

But that’s the terror behind it,

So tell me, dear reader,

Did you just feel a cold brush against your ear?

Author's Note

I need feedback on this, if there are any grammar problems its because english is not my mother tongue.

Reviews

[A Foiled Soul]

This gave me chills. I enjoy the way you played on the human mind.

[Nicole]

Thank you. It's one of the purposes of this poem.

[k.d. taylor]

Very good, the grammar was better than most americans haha.

[Nicole]

Haha, thanks :).