Night Tribe

by Catchy   Apr 23, 2020


It is at night when the voices arrive.
In peace and quiet, they surface best.
With none to mask this wailing tribe,
My mind holds out a mirror I detest.

I see my truth and hear my voice.
What is there to like from me?
The thumping spears is when it ploys
My inner saboteur comes for me.

There is no running from myself.
The evil tribe I know is not real.
But how does one cry for help?
When it’s you you’re trying to kill.

They chant so eager between my ears
I just breathe in all the hate
I can’t help but nourish all my fears
Defeated by my nighttime fate.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "But how does one cry for help?
    When it’s you you’re trying to kill."

    YES to this. I related to this immensely as well. Those voices that question our worth, and we are just trying to survive the night. You captured this so well. Fear can take so many ugly forms and try to defeat us time and time again.

    Keep fighting.

  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    I felt like this was very relatable for me. It always seems nighttime brings out my own worst critic in myself. Loved the write.

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