I am afraid.
Afraid that my mind will
always drag me down.
Afraid that one day I will become lost and
never be found.
I am afraid.
Afraid that I will never reach my dreams.
Afraid that one day I will be reduced to
hearing nothing but my own screams.
Can you feel my fear?
Can you feel the fear radiating off of this page?
Can you see me, in your mind’s eye,
writing this poem in my own mental cage?
Does your hand shake when you lift your
finger off of this page to take a breath?
Just as mine did when writing this poem,
dealing with thoughts of death?
Are you afraid, too?
Can you help me,
Help you?
Have you ever crossed your heart and
crossed your fingers?
Hoping, praying, that no one lingers
long enough to question you, why?
Why you do the things that you do,
Even though you know that they think
it too?
Let me help you,
Help me,
Help you.
Do your eyes glaze
As you look into the haze
Of a river, a bridge, the end of the world?
Do you wish to see the Ionosphere,
Looking back through eons, of eons, of
eons?
Do you wish to be nothing but ions too?
Let me help you,
Help me.
Do you ever dream of a world beyond the
stars, beyond the stares?
Below to the ground, never to be found?
You don’t care, that they care,
But I care that you care.
Can you help me,
Help you,
Help me?
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