Poem about the dark, painful place inside. 1st PLACE WINNER: Endless Night Poetry Contest. |
I Live in Darkness (Free Verse Style) I live within This place inside Of poison rain Where monsters lie. Their half asleep, Enormous bodies Weigh heavily On my soul. Like the bulk Of undigested, Bad food, Old and rotting In my gut, They nauseate And sicken me. Half-awake They stir and move. They turn and look. They terrify me, Constrict my chest. My breathing sticks. An invisible knife turns, Cutting the soft flesh Deep in my body. I live here Where demons stab, And gremlins play Cruel mischief games With my own aching Hidden ghosts, The half-seen Reservoirs of Pain, The angry fire That rages and burns And craves in vain For deadly revenge, The stench and drone of Old, stale resentments Eating me alive, The fear of future Pain And future disaster, The horror and terror of What has been, What is now, and What may come. Deep down In here Where no one sees But me My soul, The hidden level Of my mind, Which gasps and hurts And struggles In secret from The world out there For every moment Of my life. The torment layer. Dark Poetry. Now This haunting, Silent screaming, Heartfelt aching, Cold, tormented Me inside, Trapped deep in The buried earth, Eternally alone, Has A Voice. ******** 1st PLACE WINNER in "`Endless Night Dark Poetry Contest" |