I am prone to much grumblings
Whining, if you will
Little murmurs
Under my breath
In my thought closet
To anyone who tries to entreat sympathy
from me for a similar angst.
My nature will gladly drive me,
If given the wheel,
To a state of madness
Attacking my mind
Rehashing the past
Projecting gloom and doom into my
minds eye view of the future.
Too long spent in these catacombs
Forgetting the Well of Life
My reality starts to manifest
All the things I’ve feared
Right to the failure
Born out of the recesses of my own head:
BLINDSIDED
Yes, I said blindsided
Caught off guard
Unexpectedly knocked down
Defenses broken through
I retreat, regress
Pull further and further into my distant,
detached self.
Forsaking my physical body
To whatever hurt that lies ahead
Detaching, Withdrawing
Inside my mind
I know I can control
What is allowed to be felt ~ I’ll be the one
who torments me the most.
The world around me
Shatters, Jagged edges
Detaching my heartstrings
Nothing seems important
Why am I even here
What’s the point of trying, If I am
My own Biggest Demon?
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