Horror Author
i come to a wall covered in rust
the red orange decay forms a thick crust
this barrier prevents the sight of truth
beyond lies the dysfunction of my youth
hidden from my conscious mind
all the things i seek to find
here within the back of my mind
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
I cut out the social media
The emails, the notifications
I had a few chats about work
But no one else talked to me
Contacted me, acknowledged my existence
I’d been lonely so long
But I never noticed
Just like no one noticed me
To be seen, heard, recognized
I’d have to go to where the people are
I didn’t want to be around anyone
I have work and I have cats
I struggle in crowds
How do I go where the people are
If I can’t be around people
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
Breathing heavy
Hyper alert
Heart racing
Fingers tingling
Hands numb
The chills
No control
Irritability
Moody
Panic disorder
Staying busy
Mindless tasks
Movement is calming
The moment will pass
Just keep moving
Avoid others
Remove stimuli
Deep breaths
Fighting yourself
A constant battle
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 