Nothing
He is inside me.
He knows me, he understands me,
confuses manipulates and tortures me.
Under my surface he waits,
cold, unbending, unfeeling,
onry, angry, desperate.
Waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
to be set free.
To unleash the beast– My beast– My Hell.
My breath is caught.
My chest is tight.
Can’t escape.
Can’t breathe!
Won’t scream.
Anxious. So anxious.
So DESPERATE.
Shaking in impatience,
crying in whispers,
screaming in SILENCE.
No one can hear.
Hold on– stay controlled, grasp some sort of truth.
Head is swimming, muscles restricting, there is nothing.
I have nothing.
I am nothing.
(2012)
