Boxes stacked one over each other I stand and watch as I hesitate And try to make sense of what happened So quickly and not A strange fear surrounds me An out of body experience I come out and stare at me own And sweep past the carpet, door and room And I rise two storeys high Saw the white one on my way Matters not really I roam around the dead space Pondering again on what was sent With what was received I think I know the answer but not sure Still myself but scabs all over If I scratch it bleeds ? Some leave strange marks with dots Is it new visions or touch of existing I cannot answer this one No-one says anything yet I feel the heaviness of breathing All so far I worshipped the difference Only to realise Different is what I am now And what I was Was common A moment I dared touch That agar wall I was warped In a negative zone Of my own anhiliation Out of nothingness I need to try Once more to Find the way.Birth sign: Aquarius
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