Panic in the Void

In honor of 4000 views on my poem, Timeless. Sometimes you just can't do what you want. It's odd.
They're watching and waiting
And still contemplating
They're searching and scratching
My mind they're attacking
Play lost and found
I can't find the ground
Above them I'm floating
Which my mind is showing
But their eyes are gloating

And ever all knowing
So I'll rock this boat
In the sea of my thoughts
And then they will coat
Everything I have brought
I can't find the time
As written on the clock
Show me the ways
Out of my head
I run from the rays

Of the eyes that are dead
Taking looks back
I see all their glances
Empty in space
Yet carefully dances
Wrapped around my body
So tight!
Thoughts turn to things naughty
Feels right!
Waking and stirring

I hear my mind churning
I'm losing control
Hello? Hello!
Tossing around
I'm floating
Off the ground
Let's play
Lost and found
I Can't
Keep going
My Thoughts

Are slowing
It Shouldn't
Be glowing
But What
Is showing
Is That
The knowing
Empty Stares
Of the crowing
Dead Eyed

Ever growing
Contemptible
Mind-blowing
Delectable
Helloing
Insensible
Boat rowing
Undetectable
He's throwing

I just can't
Keep stowing
These memories
I'm mowing
To save my
Ever flowing
Vague thoughts
I'm demoting

So I can
Keep going
But they are
Just sewing
Themselves
Bestowing
My thoughts
Upon me
Again

I just can't
Forget
In the end.
By
Published: 7/13/2010
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