When everything is perfect

When everything is perfect
a calmness attained
I hear a slight disturbance
a broken silence
a wilted gasp
something has escaped
from within
I can sense it's darkness
sitting in a corner
peering at me
with its anticipating look
asking for my attention
hoping for a glance
to acknowledge its presence
but I won't
I know it is right there
I can feel it's gaze
following me
touching me
piercing through me
but I'll ignore
and let it stay
feed on my ignorance
let it grow
more and more

until there is no room
for anything else
a sceptical
existence
weighs me down
until there is no room
not even for
me

22 12 '16