They crawl like centipedes in my thoughts
So many feet crawl inside as each step is
Falling like tears on my reflection so do
Words echo not of my own conscience.

Words repeat, heeding their twisted wanting's
Never gathered upon my shores. But waves
Realise eagerly on my shores eroding my
Minds cliffs falling into unclear thoughts.

Confused vision of a sight now seen, not through
The perception of one but many that are witnessed
On the feeling that is entwined  in many confused
And different thoughts. My voice needs to be heard.

I am one in the pool of many but I must swim alone
In a sea of sharks. Each wishing to take a bite, but
Never getting close enough. I went fishing caught
All that were there, now they swim in a tank in solitude.


They call to me, but I never feed them in .confined waters
They now swim And my subconscious is free of whispers
That flooded my thoughts. I heard many voice echoing
Within, but now they are echoes shadows disappearing.

**"My thoughts are echoes of me, but sometime I fear their not,