Poem # 24
#23 of My Poems
just something i came up with.
Burning hotter, my body writhes,
Muscles spasm and convulse,
I wake with my throat dry,
Feeling as if i set the bed aflame.
Even as i stand, The heat gets worse,
Wobbling too and fro, My Familiars around me,
Whining and rubbing against me,
Worried as I shake and cry out.
As I move outside, I cry out louder,
The heat inside me flares,
I swear i can feel my skin crisp and singe,
Like a star, i feel my insides go white with heat.
It's all i can do to sit, swaying back and forth,
Tears stream down my cheeks,
The pain gets worse as i scream in my agony.
Suddenly it goes away,
leaving me sore and battered,
If asked questions,
i would have answered willingly,
If it would have stopped what was happening.
I sat and cursed my existence,
And can only imagine that it will get worse,
Maybe one night i will wake, screaming in pain,
unable to discern from reality,
Or what was in my head,
a delusion that i invented for myself,
As i was told once.
If this is a delusion, a figment of my imagination,
If only i could let that person take my place,
Would they think it all in their head?
That it was made up?
That the pain wasn't real?
or would they scream too?
Thinking like i do, that it feels so real.
The burning, the pain, the muscle spasms,
even if in my head, it feels so real,
Surely some entity is having fun at my expense.
When will it stop..?
That as always runs through my head.
Even as liquid glass runs through my veins and tissue,
Causing my body to seize and convulse..