It is the end of ages
that seizes me
here in dreams
bringing out
stark screams
of pain and doubt.

I wake in terror,
knowing there is
no where
safe to go.

White light eyes
punctuate
the parking space
where I park
at work.

A walking wreck
and I suspect
more than imperfect,
but still a decent
specimen
for the nightmare men
to come collecting.

Caffeine and confusion,
with sleep deprived
anxiety that I
cannot escape.

Tension in my tense chest.
My breath is hard
there is a heaviness
to this oxygen
I keep trying to breath in.

**** it must be poison.
Are there hitmen
out there hidden
in the shadows.
I get home
and grasp my pillow,
place my panic stricken
head that is sweating
face down.

A scream swells
but comes out
a muffled sound.
I don’t like this
creepy nighttime town.

Maybe a little rest,
to cease this
anxious
consciousness
and feel refreshed.

Maybe, just a nap
and I will get back
to my saner self.

But, If I fall asleep
something might get me.
Can paranoia **** you?
Most definitely.

Maybe a drive
will calm my nerves?
Is that a creak
or broken clutch I heard
as my sleepy driving self
tries to swerve
and miss hitting
a black shadow?

In the news
emergency crews
cruise
away from the crash scene
where some dumb human being
ran off the road
and wrecked his car.
The vehicle was totaled
and the driver turned out
far worse than that.