AKIN

AKIN

I’ve seen a man…
Standing…
In the darkness.
Gazing freely at the foot of my bed.
His undertone is reserved.
The words he speaks are bare.
Frustration fills inside these walls.
I find myself restless.
But surely, I will find the strength,
The means to shut him off.
The power to shut my eyes.
But, I can’t help but stare hopelessly into his.
I’m fearful of his whistling face.
His crooked shape.
His malice.
His…
Sadness.
…
You may find me to be crazy,
But his presence is familiar.
Similar…
To me.
Like a companion?
Am I him?
Is he me?
We share the same thoughts.
We share the same dreams.
I AM shaped roughly.
I AM full of evil.
I’m withered in sadness…
…
He is now…
Nowhere to be found.