Session Poem by chris ryder

i see you there
close yet far away
warm yet cold
happy yet sad

i see you there
alone...
like me
but the specters of the dead wont leave me be

at night i waken
to see standing at my bed
an old man, a child a maid
all dead and cold as can be

confused and scared unaware of there own demise
i can relate to those feelings
in my life i am confused and scared
i am unaware of the coming storm

such ferocity rarely seen in a boy my age
such wanton vengeance
such wanton hate
and terror

i am the nightmare you are all scared of
i am the ghost you are all scared to see
i am the night terror you all experience
i am here i am now

i am there i am then
never to leave but never to be
always in the mind but
never to be just a dream

living the life of a mortal
but dreaming like that of a god
holding the power to punish
or forgive

i will not punish for i am unable
yet i am
i am here i am now
i am there i am then

i exist in the past present and future
you will all feel me at some point
i will be the prickle on your neck
the hand on your shoulder

do not be scared
your life was good
you did what you could
now you die