April 13, 2008
I shake
I stiffen
I think deadly thoughts

I hold
I fight
To hold on tight

I refuse
I deny
To unleash all my pent

My pent has broke
My tolerance gone
My life is wrong
My world is chaos
My emotions uncontrollable
My being is stressed
My soul is slipping out

My breath, quiet n steady
My eyes, signal n reveal
My steps, covered n swift
My face, stone n wary
My head, spinning n throbs
My body, not mine

And me...where am I?
All that is mine can be seen,
But not me.

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