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Friday, March 13, 2015

Insanity

When I can't sleep 'til nearly 3, I write some good ol' poetry.


Insanity


A fear I’ve had since I was young—
one I hoped would never come.
This monster I had never seen,
but it still haunted my every dream.
One day I opened my closet door
and suddenly I heard a boisterous roar.
My heart stopped its rhythmic beat;
my cheeks were filled with a fiery heat.
I lay on the floor face to face
with a monster of the darkest race.
Dazed and afraid, chills invading my skin,
I continued my day with a counterfeit grin.
I did not tell a single soul
about my new found, secret troll.
Each day I’d timidly wake to meet
this pesky monster always at my feet.
Try as I may to just pretend,
he never left—this unwanted friend.
I learned to live like I’d moved on,
even though the monster was never gone.
My worst fear has engulfed my mind,
a way to escape it, I must find.
But all my ignoring has gone in vain,
until the moment I release my pain.
I claw and tear and scream and yell.
This is my very own terrible Hell.
And thought I cannot bid him leave,
to a different reality, I’ll continue to cleave.
Until the day when I am found,
by fear and pain, so tightly bound.
He’s overcome me; I have lost.
Into his eternal cage, I’m carelessly tossed.


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