Shattered stars

 

Panic trickles through this distorted mind,

skin prickles. I fear the visions outside.

The faces that leer with a sneer out there.

The ghosts that appear wherever I stare.

Every step I take,

trying to avoid peering eyes across town,

feels like walking through a deep sludgy lake

or quicksand trying to pull me down.

 

I want to scream.

 

Panic in this wretched head.

Twitching thoughts

flinching at worries ahead.

The sounds of the dead

and the living, hunting to find me

and make my blood pour red.

 

I want to scream.

 

Panic in this everlasting nightmare,

no longer a dream, it started to scare.

When? I am unaware.

But now I fear every street corner,

each darkened alleyway I cross,

twisting pathways

through dense overgrown thoughts.

 

I want to scream

so loudly I shatter the stars.

I bleed internally,

from invisible scars.

I plead. For the anxiety to walk away,

flee into the darkness,

but I just stand. Sway, wait for another day

and hope that it will be brighter,

less murkiness to get in the way.

 

 

 

 

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