This is not my poem. I did not write it, but it is what I feel nearly every time...
I got it from HERE
now I知 a tiny bird
cold and quivering in your hands.
now I知 a small boy
lost in a department store that痴 about to close.
seconds ago I was a lion in your bed
a storm blowing out your walls
jupiter crashing into venus
the climax of an opera
now I知 a little lost traveler
hiding in a land of giants
you could kill me with the flick of a finger
or a harsh word.
I need your protection in this moment
when I知 so open
because this is when the phantoms come
this is when
the black wordless void where I was taken as a child
returns to claim me again
opening its dark mouth under my feet
pulling me down into its throat
sending me back in time to myself
showing me how small and alone I was
when it happened.
please don稚 abandon me now
be with me
breathe with me
just give me a few minutes
and I値l be the man you know again.