Untitled Poem by Andrew Z Hsu

He cries.
The troll of his fears has crept upon him,
As deadly as a
Needle pulling blood.
The synchronicity of his heart
And his wrist
Bleeding the pulse
Of his melancholy wonder.
He cowers in fear.
The deadly embrace of
Reality and dream
Is frightening~
A nightmare
Stapled to his mind.
The sojourn of fear has been forever with him,
A seemingly never-ending marathon.
He can do nothing except to embrace the turbid mirror image of himself,
Oblivious to the nightmares.