Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
There I lay, amongst my person, in bed.
The darkness shrouding me in a atomsphere of malice and overthinking.
It seems like I grow more aware of my future, of what surrounds me, a little too aware.
I am told hy some that this is okay, a little thinking ahead is healthy,
yet this, within my mind, is not thinking ahead. It is a growing fear, a sleep sapping vampire, a time consuming devil.
And there I stand within my mind, the millions of pieces I have created
It was my doing, yet not on purpose. I desired to see a molecule, not a planet of my possible future.
At my feet, pieces of the future, possible to arrive, all of which I am afraid of.
Such pieces I have layed before me within me.
Afraid would be a insect to what I feel, due to far too much thinking ahead.
I find that petrified suits my situation best, and, at times, there is no word that can fit into place what I feel.