May 22nd, 11:26pm

by SmileeItsBritt   May 23, 2012


There is a raging war inside of me
That man is blind to see
There are guns and tools of weaponry
It's a slow killing machine
This disease is like an anchor
Holding me hostage in the depths
It slowly takes away my sanity
Stealing my light, my soul, my breath
The sun refuses to show its face
In this barren land I call my home
As time has passed, you've all walked away
You've left me to fight this battle all alone
My body grows oh so heavy
As the days pass into nights
I'm slowly giving up the battle
I'm losing all my will to fight
The darkness grabs a hold of me
and deftly steals away my soul
It's like it's held hostage in wooden box
As the world threatens to swallow me whole
At any moment I could spontaneously combust
I can't outrun the demons I hold within
They've taken away my hopes and dreams
and now i'm hollow and broken,
and I need something to believe in

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Great flow throughout... i really like the first few lines talking about the war inside you with machinery... great metaphor. 5/5