Two blocks stand in front of me

Prevent me from re writing unforgettable history.

Two  blocks part to reveal

That brazen  character,

It stands in front on me.

Deceive my fatal flaw from completing my true destiny.

Insidious eyes cause a distress call

Warrant to see,

Feel,

Smell,

Breath.

Clamouring hands apply pressure to  the ear

Drums

Detect the sharpening of  feline claws .

Stealth like

So poised

That nightshade

taunts

my dreams-

Haunts my waking hours.

A ruthless Freddie Kruger

Pounces

Veers just out of reach of my tunnel vision.

Scratches out eyeballs

With no need for an applause.

Urine infected chaise longues

For a burial in secret.

Littered skies

Unadorned  eyes.

we live to see the lie.

Despise the gluttonous blocks

Too

For its depiction .

The reflection of its nebulant disguise

 starves all growth

withholding all affection.

These two  blocks

they obscure security

Make life seem like a mere deflection.

*Writers block. Write to recover. An unrevised stream of conscious piece. Needs more work write to recover *