I have a feeling.
And I keep waiting for it
to pass me by.
But here it is -
this feeling,
This useless question
of, "why?"
My dreams keep
putting out all the lights -
valleys and cities at a time.
As if this world is
simply rejecting
anything that's mine.
I keep waking up
in this unwelcoming
hollow silence.
My conscious state
does nothing to turn away
the fear.
I'm in a sea of words and phrases,
drowning in the violence.
One day they'll swallow
me whole;
There will be nothing left
of me here.

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