Something creeps,
It crawls on me,
It plagues my brain,
I am uneasy.
Something near,
Quite too close.
It hurts my heart.
I’m just morose.
Such a thing
Hangs like a noose.
I’m dangling.
What does it prove?
Have I a care?
I wonder why.
It hurts to think.
It blinds my eye.
Such thoughts are hard,
Harder than stone.
They weigh a ton,
They are no fun.
Why must they be,
To follow me
Into the night
Where I can’t see?
I don’t like it,
No, not at all.
It seems like it
Will hurt to fall.
That’s really not
A pleasant thought.
Do you blame me
For trusting naught?
Perhaps, I live
Too carefully,
But I am cautious,
Naturally,
Because I’ve suffered
At the hands
Of reckless persons
In this land.
I will worry,
When I’ve cause.
I will take
The time to pause
At the merest
Hint of threat.
Do you balance
With no net?
