It Poem by ally gunther

Lost sight of what I’m fighting for,
An overall position,
Numbers count endlessly,
And I could never count.

Feeling the warmth,
Of the reddening,
But now I’ve lost the thread,
Lost it.
Maybe if I synthesis enough stitches,
I’ll find the thread again?

But see,
Now I don’t know what IT is,
And it doesn’t seem I’ll ever find it again,
I tilt my head to the side,
Listening to the bias silence to my left,
And now it is too much,
How do you begin to tame the beast?
When you can’t even see where it begins and you end?

Mind wanders,
To exotic places,
As long as they’re far away,
Because the disappointment,
Slips past too fast,
Impossible to catch,
In my worn out leather,
Baseball mitt.

How long has it been since I had the kit?
Feels like a year now,
Sharpen my machete c’mon,
While the words,
Fork into my tongue,
Allow my wit to grow,
Just for a minute,
For all I need to know,
Will only last a minute.
Wish my mind would rest,
For just a minute.

But see,
Now I don’t know what IT is,
And it doesn’t seem I’ll ever find it again,
I tilt my head to the side,
Listening to the bias silence to my left,
And now it is too much,
How do you begin to tame the beast?
When you can’t even see where it begins and you end?

Too much plaque,
On the surface,
So murky,
Nothing could separate the beast and I,
Otherwise known as my dark side,
It decides to destroy,
Whoever gets close?
And unfortunately,
I’ll always be close to it.
I will never know how to beat it,
It seems.
It-
Will always haunt my dreams.

(I’ll keep shielding my sides from the madness,
But it’s already diffused into me.)