Crawling Poem by James Casey

Crawling

Crawling over me, black as the night,
Made from the darkness, It caresses the light.

Never felt this before, but the story is so old,
Takes a hold of my heart, and captures my soul.

I try to ignore it, but it doesn't leave,
These feelings grow stronger, and I cannot breath

Hiding in a corner, stare at the walls,
Keep seeing your face, I Keep hearing you call.

Walking the streets, but I don't see you there,
Only myself to blame, lost you that day, not enough care.

So now I am here alone, filled with regret,
I can not believe, I'm not over it yet

How much further can I go,
I never knew I could sink so low

Jim 1986