My Head

No way out,
All escape routes blocked.
Cornered in an alley,
Without a single place to run.
Back against the wall,
What is one to do?
Hiding in the shadows,
Sinking lower to the floor,
Praying the attacker,
Will overlook this spot.
Not much room to move,
The air is growing thick,
It's only a matter of time,
It's time to act quick.
Bolting from this hiding spot,
racing towards certain doom,
Looking into evils eyes,
Moments before the crash.
One side is left standing,
The other in the dust,
Which side wins the battle?
Speculate,
We must.
The dusty air begins to thin,
Vision becoming clear,
Who shall be the victor,
Of this treacherous encounter?
Spectators waiting impatiently,
Eager to behold,
The outcome of the all out brawl,
That has begun to unfold.
Suddenly one notices,
And points out to the rest,
No side has won,
This awful clash,
Of opposing sides.
It has only just begun,
This classic test,
Which side will overcome?
Its good vs. evil,
Light and dark,
Which one will live to tell?
No one can say,
As each side grows stronger,
Every single day.
Each much choose,
There is no fence to sit,
Which side they choose,
The best that they see fit.
Only time will tell,
No one predicting when,
Not daring to even try.
There's a war waging inside my head,
If I take a day off,
I will surely die.

Sleep

Here it comes,
Yet one more time.
The never-ending cycle,
That plagues my thoughts,
That haunts my memories.
It has begun.
Slowly it starts,
Taunting me,
As if to intentionally,
Cause as much torment,
As it possibly could.
Painstakingly slow,
It seems to creep up from behind,
Hoping to catch me by surprise.
Desperately trying to evade my pursuer,
Jumping behind bush and beam,
Hurtling over hedge and tree,
Frantically grasping for sanctuary.
Is there escape from this demon of mine?
Cries for help,
Fall on deaf ears.
I stand alone,
As my enemy,
Become best friends,
With the world.
Soon the inevitable and bitter ending,
Seems to creep into my sight.
It gains on me,
Steady and constant,
Never appearing to give way,
To my desperate blockades and detours.
My time is short.
My strength is failing.
The will to continue is leaving.
Hope begins to fade.
Gracefully and determined it approaches,
Completely enveloping my senses.
I have lost.
The battle is over.
Once again,
I have become a victim,
To my worst fear.
Sleep.

Worlds

It seems as though,
Our entire world,
Is built upon,
A set of building blocks.
With some unknown power,
Deciding to make things difficult,
By removing one of the pieces,
From underneath the unsuspecting victims.
One by one,
Row by row,
Although not all at once,
Over time the missing sections,
Begin to add up,
Until eventually,
Everything that we know and love,
Comes crashing down.
Speeding towards the floor,
At supersonic speeds,
Coming to an abrupt and numbing halt,
At the lowest point,
You can possibly go.
Left there standing,
All alone,
Expected to suddenly find the strength,
From the empty abyss,
To start putting back together,
All the scattered pieces.
Attempting to make everything,
Fit like it did before.
Slowly and steadily,
The tower moves upwards again,
Not fitting quite like it used to,
With many of the puzzle pieces,
Being damaged,
Some even lost forever.
But eventually,
We will build our world back up,
To where it used to be,
Appearing to onlookers,
As though nothing had ever happened.
But you know in the back of your mind,
That all is not well,
That your supportive structure,
And everything holding you up,
Has never been so fragile.
Where the slightest hint of wind,
Or nudge in the wrong direction,
Could send you toppling,
Right back down,
To where you just were.
Again expected,
To pick yourself right back up,
When all you want to do,
Is sit back,
And let the rest of the people,
Pass you by.
But you refuse to give up,
As you start placing the pieces together,
One more time.