Meet Me

A unpleasant meeting
the destiny of past and future.
My sleep pushed away
by a not so happy asambling of thoughts.
A waste of time,
the naggin feeling of thoughtlessness,
bringing my fear to a boilingpoint.
Restless i wait,
knowing that if it wont leave without changing,it will change the rest of my life for the worse.
I feel my head spin,
and i could swear that these words im writing
is laughing up my face,
and still i poore out my heart.
Writing and writing,
just to keep up with my thoughts, and may
they rest in peace on this piece of paper.
Still my sleep wont come,
being left aside for those naggin questions.
Will i fall?
will i get another chance to proof my worth?
The question remains unanswerede.