Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[Fickle]

Black Speck
By Fickle
IT buzzes annoyingly around my head
Like a beat-up thought racing around my brain.
IT dips and dives with my conciousness
Waiting till I am least aware.
Then POW it comes and hits my face,
rears itself back and attacks again.
IT sounds like static, it moves like oil,
IT tries to find purchase
on every little hair.
I scream, I rant, I bat my hands
I sneeze, I plead, I cry for help.
But IT stays with me the little thing,
Angrily buzzing itself around
My head, My arms, My face, my eyes.
It is nothing but an annoying fly,
a black speck that hums in my ears.
But its been flying around me forever,
Following me for years.
Friends and family say its not there
How can't they see it, How can't they hear?
The buzzing fills all of the air.
I scream I rant and claw at the air,
but still they say it isn't there.
So now I'm in this soft colored room.
The walls are padded, and I am safe and sound.
But oh, whats this? A crack in the floor?
NO! Here it is! Here oh God, Forever more!