Trying To Make It Right
Diabolical demons are snarling
inside my brain
wishing I would give up
wanting me quiet and enormously dead
I almost give in to their rage and their hate
because this feels gloomy, and I am clearly outnumbered
but a glimmer of a glimpse of hope says
don’t give up the fight, you can make this all right!
My empathy is all over the place,
feeling their angry breath on my cheek
it is not a good place. I feel devils which
comes from way down beneath
Are these soul-stealing entities from this lifetime?
Or from one of my past incarnations?
What will they do if I stay?
Can they kill me, or will the sunlight whisk them away?
I know it is up to me, my mind-control self.
Am I hopeless or helpless?
I must choose carefully
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
