Why the journey
to this extreme?
Where all achieved
illusions of self
are pounded down
in to the gravel
where the footsteps
are **** heavy.

Two young scoundrels
stopped and stared
as I walked
past them:
Intimidation tactics.
Who are these people
and what are they
prepared to do,
and for what?

All I know,
is that I am becoming
less and less;
this fear
that drives my creativity
is strangling me.

This is a plea
to an impossible god
as tears run down my face.

I am afraid.