December 28, 2008

Faded

Help me,
stop these choking feelings that invade my chest.
I panic,
I hold on to nothing dear.
My head spins,
my heart hurts,
my stomach sick.
The past haunts me, it crawls back into my face.
It slaps me rudely,
it betrays me.
Devoid empty blank;
aftermath of these attacks.
I need to be back in bed.
To cure myself,
to forget all these [...]