Get off of me, I hate this feeling,
my senses are reeling; walls closing in.
Tight fitting spaces are places I do not flourish in.

I need my room. This impending doom sensation,
is causing debilitation to my psyche.
It might be this inate fear of being here, a bit too near

for my taste. It’s a waste of good angst to be against
this barrier. Getting scarier and scarier the more
people close in. It’s a crying sin akin to torture.

Bullets are being sweated. I’m headed for a panic attack,
a manic attack of nerves that swerves me into this mix.
No easy fix to my phobia. People pushed against me

and this room gets smaller still. It’s a horrid scene,
packed in like sardines. I could scream; it seems
everything and everyone is against me.

I should have taken the stairs.


Whistling past the graveyard
only darkness lurks within.
Whistling past the graveyard,

yet I hear those sounds again.
The creaks of barren branches,
only evil lurks within.

Still, I take my chances
I find the noise unnerving.
The creaks of barren branches

has left my tune unswerving,
A frantic blow through nervous lips,
I find the noise unnerving.

Then suddenly the walkway dips,
a shadow figure beckons.
A frantic blow through nervous lips

would save my soul, I reckon.
Whistling past the graveyard,
a shadow figure beckons.
Whistling past the graveyard.


Fighting a battle often lost in the darkness
of a weary mind. There is no rest there.
Cursing the single candle lit to offer
its illumination; to infiltrate this
mental stagnation. Accursed slumber
why do you wage against my will?
Will you release me like the leaves
of October’s colorful flurry, left
to scatter in the cool winds from place
to place; a migration to discover the peace
that I crave. You have found me, October.
You have extended your lifeline in fine fashion,
a saving assist for one clamoring for control
over heart and soul,
over heart and mind.
I clutch your hand as I am flung over
the edge of reason. Your season is here.
You want me near, October, where I belong.
Anything else would be just wrong.