You know you are aware

When you feel the hair on the back of your neck

And the way the clothes touch your body

You know you are aware

When sounds get to loud

And the walls close in

Though that is so aware

It gives me anxiety

Just standing over there

You know you are aware

When your limbs feel too tight

And you don’t think your head is screwed on quite right

Or is that called insanity?

The feeling of loosness

That pushes the boundries of freedom

Into a new domain of captivity

You know you are aware

as you read this poem now

Your eyes scan the screen

As they would I crowd

You must think I am crazy,

To be writing like this.

Or are you just aware?

Are you aware of the way you just blinked?

Or the dripping from your kitchen sink?

Are you aware that I don’t know what to write next, or is it just a test?

Are you aware of your surroundings?

Are you aware that this poem shall soon come to an end?

For I am aware of the dragging words

And the way it must bore

Are you aware of that?

Are you aware of me on the other side of the screen?

Are you aware that you you are reading this?

Are you aware of the double word in in that past line?

Or the double word in that line too?

Are you aware that i assume you checked for the double word,

And are you aware the last line is coming.

I am aware of the words I write

And the fights I fight

I am aware of how my fingers move

Writing out this trashy message.

But are you aware,

Of anything?