I sit alone

With my demons

& dead desires

Waiting

In what feels like vain

For some sign

That I am, indeed

Where and when I’m supposed to be

Ominously

Feeling like I’m on 

A sliding board to hell

Just a feeling

Seems unshakable 

Some metaphoric

Mosquito swarm

That swallows me with dread

This moment in time 

Grinding thru my very bones

Leeching what used to be my will to live

Now some antagonizing 

Razor blade numbness

Making itself at home

I know better

But knowledge 

Doesn’t always set you free