Our Own Worst Enemy

Under the dim light,
Monsters are seething;
Awaiting a lost soul that gets caught out.
Delving deep into their mind,
And playing havoc with their thought process,
And emotional circuits.
Under the dim light,
Lost souls become paranoid,
Screaming and hallucinating;
Shouting back at voices which can't be herd,
And running from beings who's history is fabricated.
Under the dim light,
Lost souls morph into monsters.
Awaiting to claim wandering hearts,
Seething under darkness.
Playing havoc with our minds.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've wrote where I'm exploring a more psychological twist to it. Thank you for reading and reviewing, and I'll happily accept any constructive criticism you may have for me.

Reviews

[Blackcatattack]

Yes I love this one! It has an elegant use of adjectives and describes a message I think about often. Well done.

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you very much for your kind words.

[Alona Rivika]

This is amazing! I love it, your very good at creating emotion with-in your poems.

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you very much.

[Luke Rawlings]

I love the metaphors you use: "lost souls morph into monsters/awaiting to claim wandering hearts". I mean that is just golden right there. A really truthful and strong poem, I enjoyed it immensely :)

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you for your reveiew so much.

[Luke Rawlings]

You're welcome :)

[Blue Belle]

Another good poem! I like the psychological and dark content it brings out. Take Care! Stay Strong! :)

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you

[Cool Handless Luke]

The old saying being "not until we are lost, can we truly find ourselves." Keep exploring. This is a fine piece of work.

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you for you reviews, they always help me with my writing. Plus I love all the sayings