Again
There it is again
That tingling feeling again
Its a quarter to three am
I go numb again
Can't move again
Lost feeling in my hands
I'm alone again
Shadows begin to move again
in my peripheral vision
Can't breathe again
they are getting closer to me again
this happens almost every night
But Not again
fear won't defeat me again
I will sleep again
it won't bother me again
I take it off again
hang it on the rack again
But Not Again
This Time.
I refuse to pick it up again
This poem is about:
Me