Beside Myself Poem by justin walker

i awake as a kid sitting in silence.
how did i get here, where am i. it feels
like ive been here for years; all alone
in a room full of darkness. where i
think to myself, love by myself, and live
alone all by myself. as i remember my
lively hood of when i was young i cant
remember the people who would love
with me, have thoughts while i have
thoughts. then as i try to push past the
wals that keep me in this prison of
unknown, i feel the storm that i knew
would come. thunder, rain, lightning,
wind, and a heat unbelievably coming
fast toward the room in which i sat by
myself. its coming closer my heart is
drilling through my chest. i pound and
pound on the barriers that hold me
to this nghtmare. how do i get out of
here? finally i see a picture in my mind
of a girl i once knew. she was calling
my name and had a very helpless face
that looked like it was painted on. i
concentrated on her face and the times
we had. finally i felt the wind. i was free.
to think with people who think the things
that i think, and to talk to people who
are different than me. and mainly i dont
have to sit with myself.