And a Voice

I am not designed for life

not fit for it

I’m merely not strong enough

a weak, hopeless

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And this dark mood

this deathly visitor

is inside me now

all the way deep

gripping my skull

cutting my thoughts

making it hard enough

just trying to breathe

 

So I lay here

as lost as stone

a thing neither dead nor alive

my trembling fears choking me

 

and a voice

one black voice

offering the final solution

 

‘Stay down, you’ll

never get out from under!’

it screams in my face

horrific stabbing words

 

So I toss and turn

me and this thing I’ve let in

this thing that I sleep with

that I’ve taken up to bed

it’s just us

 

and this room is

so fucking small

◄ The night comes

To my Girl ►

Comments

darren thomas

Tue 8th Feb 2011 11:36

This is good. A well travelled subject but you can feel the sentiment and sincerity. Your other stuff is good too.

stella jones

Mon 31st Jan 2011 23:29

very vivid..very good. :)

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kealan coady

Mon 31st Jan 2011 18:58

i respect this poem to the bones. Dark real beautiful.

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