Traces Through Me

Traces through me
Spit fire running over me and around me
Tormenting me through sleep
Deep into the night
Choking-
Grabbing onto my neck
And making lies of me

It all worries me
My body keeps telling me
Pulled down, grabbed down
By the thoughts, moves, and ideal beings of it
What is it?

What is that worry
Lying over me
Consuming me
All the anxiety within and about me

The identity of me:

Rushing through my dreams
Seizing me
Making me
Rush from my slumber
Only to be stuck in those thoughts
While awake-
In what can be-
On certain days-
A complete haze

Tormenting me in dreams
The farthest, deepest traces of me



written in April 2009