My Inner Demons
angst
intese anger
such a wimp
been played
betrayed
nothing but a shoulder
to cry on.
lost soul
forgotten....
undiscovered ridges
under my skin
sharp sting
gliding slowly
lost to be found
wrung sheets
no sleep
this is what you made me
what i have become
building inside
the inner demons let
loose......
Let the games begin
Copyright © Catherine Adams | Year Posted 2009
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