darkness lurking just behind me
its steamy breath on the back of my neck
chaos’s fantasies stopping me
i have become a mindless wreck
my time has come
i cannot withdraw
without the thunder of guns
i must kill them all
my death would simply empower them
their strength is too great as it is
the only thing i can do now
is the opposite of what has been
they are with me in silence
they are with me in sound
they appear to me in darkness
like a hell bound hound
in my face
you see nothing
in my eyes
you see the suffering
there is one who can save me
from this tormentful dream
i wish someone would tell me
who that one could be
there is no time to waste now
no time to flee
the only one doing the saving
will have to be me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 
Mmmm… looking into the face/eyes of someone carrying a hurt so deep. The response, sometimes involuntary, is to look away. It can creep in and present itself in unexpected ways. Beautifully written, my friend.
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