Feeling work in ways
That goes beyond my grasp
They block my airways
And force me to gasp

Mixed in with thoughts
And visions included
My mind contains knots
I feel lost and tainted

Imagine the idea
Of voices in the head
Loss of the pneuma
Unable to taste bread

Keeping the mark
Of incorrect direction
Surrounded by the dark
Plus problems and burden

Meeting such hazards
In a person of reality
Makes me lose the words
Needed to impersonate security

I wouldn’t say anything
Without 100% certainty
When answering the asking
In deep pondering and query

I can’t mention any opinion
Without physical experience
Of the area under discussion
So I’m more of a hindrance

I wouldn’t let any being
Rely on or wait for me
I can’t do any answering
Just have to hope and see

Though one thing’s for sure
As my heart takes another skip
I’d reach for the hand to secure
Catching the grip
--
Kabs (Aged 17)
11/03/2009