They moan, they claw at my inner
being, slowly tearing me, to the
point, where I want to just lay
down and surrender to them
Let them manifest, as I have had
to carry them inside me, for all
of my life, and not one moment's
rest, have I, from their haunt
I struggle to maintain my very
sanity, but knowing, if I were
to even try to make a run for
the door, to be embraced by the
light, that the outer-world gives,
that they will always drag me down
They steal my joy, my happiness,
my hopes and dreams, even my one
single thought of existing and being
able to smile, to be me, to be a
part of the world, beyond the walls
So, I sit, in tears, wandering, when
these monsters will choose to finally
stop toying with me, and consume my
life, and let me die in peace, please?
Author notes
This poem is about my struggle with the monsters inside, my health...Thanks for the contest, to allow me to write this as a healing tool...
A contest entry
- Monsters in my Closet by zillion.
300 points, ended October 4, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Superb
Although I don't have your health concerns, I can fully relate to the feelings conveyed.
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No problem. Creepy picture.
The last line, ending with that question, was rough. I mean, in a good way, as a reader. -
Jeremi....Im here.....Thick or Thin......Better or Worse.... All the way
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