Is thinning away, faster than I could've fathomed.
The knocks have been getting louder;
Haunting and nettling its way into my world.
Unaware of what I see and I don't.
Of what I love and what I like.
I am a stranger to myself,
Uncomfortable in my own solitude.
My conscience is stripped to its threadbare,
Stripped of all the trinket like morality.
This is no zephyr,but a gale,
Probing its way like a needle heartily.
Help me, I say to the stranger within me,
Afraid to confide in a comrade,
The stranger simply stares at herself,
Helpless and scared, a ghost without an aide.
