by Annie Vatlina on February 3rd, 2014, 12:38 am
Trapped by the anxiety
created by society,
forging a red mist that won't let me go.
The churning hollow pain
at the center of my brain,
and there's nothing really there,
and if there is, why should I care?
Ask what the point maybe,
the question that will taunt only me,
but the question makes no difference,
and the judgment has no existence.
Should I, or could I flee?
Will I ever be truly free?
I can run, but it's always near.
The binding terror and the ice cold fear.