my lips were dry of words to say
so i will try my hand at talking.
today was such an awkward day,
i felt a cloud was stalking
me through the maze of corridors.
it followed as my eyes
retreated to the tile floor-
the squares must have been spies
for only mirrors glancing back
could echo my distress.
his quickened pace reserved no slack,
he crept with such finesse.
i wish the beast would leave me here
to weep beneath the sky
of cement strokes, all void of cheer,
where peaceful chaos sighs.
yet in this darkness all i fear
is that the beast leave me
alone to drown beneath my tears...
my cry a hopeless plea.