Mental Obsession

Mental Obsession

A Poem by Carrie Manor

Mental Obsession

I think these things through

that I can’t see.

Demons my conscious throws at me.

They won’t stop

not until I succumb too.

On my knees,

my head strapped to chains.

I’m naked and it’s raining cold blood,

and when I lift my head to see.

It burns to live,

it burns to see

I shrivel to dust

and fly.

You can’t see me,

behind the bars.

I reach out to you,

but you think I’m just odd.

When I think its gone,

these nightmares make 

me drunk

and once again

conscious forces me to succumb.

© 2014 Carrie Manor

Author's Note

Carrie Manor
A rough start to this poem, I'm not sure in what kind of direction I want to take it, nor subject matter. but I want to expand on it.

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Added on February 19, 2014
Last Updated on February 19, 2014


Carrie Manor
Carrie Manor

Bonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..