The Untitled

The world swarms around me
I feel it closing in
I feel the pressure building
On my being agian
I feel the faces bluring
I can see them crying
Gradulally i'm losing
my only solid grip
and i feel i'm falling
down into the pit
Why wont someone help me?
can't they hear me cry?
Why do I have to be alone?
and when I feel I am to die.
I can not see the future
Nor can I focus on the now
I can only watch from a far
but i'm alone
I can see the people, drifting, drifting by
I can see they glance at me,
I can see the inner self
I can see their minds
I cannot however see the things
that tell their tales through time
Why do I feel this way?
This sad and nagging grief
As if I alone was stranded..
among a beautiful coral reef
does this make me an outcast?
in a lonely rugged world?
And I look and look and look to find
The reason for the turbluance of my mind
these chaotic ramblings
that I hold so dear
my last grip on reality
slowly comming near

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