This is a freestyle poem that I wrote about a year ago, on a day where I had lost control of my emotions and was struggling to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Hope you enjoy :)
I run from it. I run up mountains, through valleys, narrowly escaping its grasp. It comes for me endlessly through the night when I am alone. I hear it calling through the foggy morning; I feel it stalking me like prey. I try and sooth it, and it goes away only to come back another day. I try and ignore it, but it only comes back stronger the next time. Sometimes I let it consumes me; it takes over keeping me from having supremacy in my own domain.
Sometimes I almost let it talk me off the cliff. It makes me regret the things I say and do. It makes me tear myself apart, piece by piece. It caresses my cheek as it tells me it’s okay to give in to it. It forces to speak words I wish I could take back and discard. It causes me to hate people I love and kill the people I would give my life to save. When it does it possess me to my core. It prides itself on being the cause of wars and death.
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