Stream

A stream of consciousness poem. No fore planning, just writing.

It's quiet, almost a little too quiet.

All I hear is the faint humming of my laptops internal fan, and my fingers gliding over the keys.

I'm scared, almost hilariously so.

I laugh as I write that line, not because it's funny, but to stave off a shiver.

You see, I'm afraid of tomorrow, and the countless tomorrows after that one.

Tears actually well behind my eyes, never to fall

But letting me know I'm in deep s**t.

There's a hollow in my chest, but......somehow hollow doesn't seem like the right word.

Sometimes it feels hollow.....

Other times like a hard knot behind my heart.

I know what it is.....

It's anxiety, it's paranoia, it's love and it's hatred.

It's all those things, and it makes me feel so confused and distracted.

Where will I be tomorrow?

Who will I be tomorrow?

Will I be tomorrow?

I sure hope so......

Or then again.....maybe I don't.

Because tomorrow scares the s**t out of me.

So all I can do, is write.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

Scott, this is amazing. Seriously. :]
I love these lines
"There's a hollow in my chest, but......somehow hollow doesn't seem like the right word.
Sometimes it feels hollow.....
Other times like a hard knot behind my heart.
I know what it is.....
It's anxiety, it's paranoia, it's love and it's hatred."

I live with that same feeling in my chest all day long. Maybe we should get together, and let them have a party. Or something.
Whatever, I'll bring Pie.