Voices invade my mind
Or what I thought was mine
Your personality
The substance that made me
The way that I am
These thoughts that I have
Consume me in earth
My dreams, in the dark
Did you do this?
Strip me of bliss?
Driven insane
For hurt, for pain
It’s too late
It’s my fate
In a pit,
They exist
Oh, no
Blood flowed
Heart faced
No place
Drip.
Pour.
Breath.
Stops.
Peace.
Essentially, the concept of this poem is someone who has been indoctrinated by the media and lacks self-identity. Throughout the poem, it is structured (all syllables are the same in each line, apart from when there is a new stanza as the amount of syllables decreases; this is to show depleting sanity). In the penultimate stanza, the rhyming is abolished to show their freedom - death. Finally, they are at peace because of their permanent escape from reality.
*I am a young writer, and this is my first post, so apologies if this is poor work 😭*