Mental Health
The Runner
Thud. Thud. Thud. The drumming in my chest matches the pounding of my feet. The road is long, my muscles are sore, but I can’t stop. I can never stop. The constant movement is barely enough to keep it all at bay. I can’t risk letting the damn break. Every image to my left. Every memory to my right. Trailing along without breaking a sweat. My eyes sting and my body reeks of perspiration. But I have to go on. I have to keep pushing.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Poets
In The Absence Of Darkness
What a horrifying thought to be left alone with your own mind. Swimming alone in the emptiness of space, only to find you are not alone. Something else, something unseen, unknown, is swirling around, coming closer. Whispering in the dark, messages of the true reality. Nothing was ever what it seemed. Nothing was like they told you. They wanted you to forget. They wanted you to stay simple, powerless, useless. But in the darkness, you feel it. You feel the eyes watching you and the strange faces melting in the blackness. Do you understand what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind? You will.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Poets
