Haunted

Shadows of my past crawl up to my heart dark at night Ripping the wounds which have disappeared from sight In the cover of blankness I look at my life Fear mongering like a dark cloud in broad daylight Yes,I sense those shadows pricking my eyes dark at night Ripping the wounds which had disappeared from sight A Pillow drenched in my plight my throat chokes on the emotions I fight I see the shadows I see my soul Like a spectator i watch my life go In that blackness and emptiness I let go Of all the tears once withhold I talk to my demons I let them crawl in my bed when the night is dark and I'm filled with dread Strong and Happy in front of my friends I be myself in shadows I bred.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 7/21/2024 4:59:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.