Ancient Poem by Daniel Brown

Pondering my strength of vision,
Questioning my outward, awkward, lack of state in my position...
Between the buried and the dead...
Existential questions,
Locked within a constant state of anxious processing consumed by dread...
So here I am...
Aware of all the demons that are dreaming in a landscape,
Locked away but clawing at the coffin walls in folly...
Such a failed attempt at keeping all the deadly ancient feelings,
Escaping through the pressure
Cracks appearing,
Splits upon the surface
Weary...
Weary from the journey taken on the routes where there's no clearing...
Nonetheless they find
Appearing,
As a cold sweat I keep fleeing,
No matter where I hide though,
I just can't escape this feeling...