Poetry 0.4


All is fine all is fine all is fine
That small niggle in the back of the mind
Whisper whisper whispers not there
Look over every shoulder
Eyes eyes eyes invisibly everywhere
Bind together into a ball
Arms wrap tight over chest and waist
Legs clench never to walk and part
All freedom grinds to a halt
Crippled by a feeling
All dreads clamp down on the surroundings
And watch as the cruelty of your own evil manipulates your life into a nightmare.