DemonsA Poem by Tamara RBattling mental illnessAn eerie sound fills my house at the time of slumber, I shake, and I light a small thick piece of lumber. I breathe in and crouch near the fireplace, And try to keep my heart at a steady pace. ∴ My eyes follow the cracked white walls, Until I see a pale face in the halls, She stared back for a minute or two, Under her eyes, a bruise so blue. ∴ "Who are you?" I whisper. "What do you want? Is it my lonely house you wish to haunt? If so, I suggest you do not. As you can see, Monsters and nightmares live here with me." ∴ That's when she stepped into the faint light And I realized her eyes were mine. There I was, or there was she, And we had the same body. ∴ She whispered: "For your soul, I place a bet. Defeat your strongest monster yet." She pointed a shaky finger to her heart, And slowly I felt myself fall apart. ∴ To stay alive, I would have to kill myself. To stay alive, we all must kill ourselves. © 2016 Tamara R |
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Added on April 5, 2016 Last Updated on April 5, 2016 Tags: depression, mental illness, sad, sadness, nightmares, anxiety, painc attacks, depressed, poem, amateur, sick, tired, poetry, lyrics |