I'm my own fool

I mock myself
I'm my own fool
I chuckle loud when I don't hear
I pinch myself between the ears

I

I hate the image burnt in my mind
The frightening ghost that haunts my thoughts
Wih skin so pallid, spine soft as twine

I 

I despise the ghoul that skulks my home
E'en the place most dear he wrecks with callous cruel mocking steps
With gait that summons the wrath deep aslumbering
He conjures terror, enforcing fear

I 

I tear my mind with thoughts of dread
Of fearsome monsters curled 'neath my bed
That bare fangs of venom and glinting claws
That languish deceptively with waiting maws

I 

I scream my plea into the hollow
That godless place none will ever go
For in that damned involution a shattered being resides
An itinerant that paces four feet a time

I have lived all this my life
Tis true
Tis true

For in this shallow pool I paddle
With scarce the depth to set me free
From life above or death beneath

Reviews

[Veil]

I understand the emotions behind this. Amazing poem.