I'm not sure how often, <br />or when it started for that matter <br />but i feel it running up and down my spine <br />its hands grasping around the inside of my skull <br />tempting me <br />shouting <br /> <br />I'm not sure how long its been <br />or how long it'll stay <br />this unrelenting fear of the next step <br />i've never been afraid of the dark <br />but this darkness consumes and the things i once loved <br />are now just things i once loved <br />and everything else is just everything else <br /> <br />there are days where the days before seem all too real <br />the ones to come will never come <br />and instead of anticipation <br />i feel a disconnect <br />like i'm no longer part of this timeline <br /> <br />where is my tomorrow? <br />i can't feel it like i once did <br />the fear might be in my head but its very much real <br />and i can't help but wonder <br />if my next breath will cause a ripple in the atmosphere <br />or if it'll just simply hang there in the middle of this small dark room<br /><br />Crass Protagonist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrows-4/
