You are consumed
trapped by the weight
of that which you create
a well crafted fear
sharp as a spear

It spins
around your mind  
trying to unwind
but there isn’t enough room
inside of you
so it
and
you escape.
When you egress
you see the sun
and
it is so
hard
on your eyes.

Will they ever adjust?

Has this place always been?

You realize that your foc(us)
has so long been on

her

that you had almost forgotten to
remember of this world.
during your exile it has continued to spin
Can you catch up again?

I think not.

You are dizzy
from
circles.
you must slumber
now.
you can only hope
she
will
war(m) the bed,
next to you when you awake.
(If that is
truly
what you
wish)

Rest now
for you will need your strength
in the coming fight
against yourself and
your self created foes

Goodnight,
good knight.