Fading Out (poems about life)

Nightmare

At this point, it only takes the slightest thing
To send me over the edge.
The letter, creased underneath my fingertips,
Typed out in ominous black letters,
A photo popping up unexpectedly,
Burning itself into my retinas in seconds
Before I can click away.

A whispered name, a figure in the street,
Hit me like a blow to the skull,
Crushing me in an iron grip
Before I even have time to scream.
Every day is a living hell
When everyone seems to be out to get you.
Male or female, young or old,
I can feel their eyes on me,
Sizing me up like prey.

I'm living a nightmare,
And with every day that passes,
It's hard to resist the temptation,
To escape from it forever.

There's little I can do any more.