SO you know

i must be going utterly insane
currently
because my thoughts are pounding strong
loud raging
unforgivingly against thin white walls
and ready to break!
reverberating
resounding
how they break break
through my lists of to dos
i watch my tall buildings
crash swiftly to the ground.
and all i see beyond my screen or the talking
crowds is you..

its you
oh its you!
at every corner feeling
you leaving me timid
and bare.
and there is no pill
no cure.
check me in
for i am weak
and useless.
rapid illness
let me begin to heal
by the pain of a cold brutal retreat,
ripping you away forever or
an undeserved fruition of hope.
but how can solace delay any longer?
These books must not still be in place
unopened- untouched.
my buildings
must be rebuilt-
but how?
with my struck
eyes lit up and dazed
a mind
choked and
glazed. 
crying
with desire.