Sometimes I still get lost;
in a moment,
in a memory,
in the empty spaces yet to be filled.
It creeps though the cracks and crevasses
of my unconsciousness
like a creature,
trying to find a place to belong;
to feel alive.
It's presence is so subtle
that it silently slips it's way in
without notice
and builds its new home in my solace.
And like a wild fire,
it spread to every part of my body,
paralyzing my will
and holds me hostage to the madness.
Breaking down doors I've locked
and destroying walls I've recently patched;
letting my demons run free, once again.
Chaos ensues as I sit there
drowning in my fear,
my misery,
my loneliness.
Lost,
until the flames subside,
and my demons had their way with me,
and I'm left cleaning up the wreck.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I still get lost;
in a moment,
in a memory,
in the empty spaces yet to be filled.
It creeps though the cracks and crevasses
of my unconsciousness
like a creature,
trying to find a place to belong;
to feel alive.
It's presence is so subtle
that it silently slips it's way in
without notice
and builds its new home in my solace.
And like a wild fire,
it spread to every part of my body,
paralyzing my will
and holds me hostage to the madness.
Breaking down doors I've locked
and destroying walls I've recently patched;
letting my demons run free, once again.
Chaos ensues as I sit there
drowning in my fear,
my misery,
my loneliness.
Lost,
until the flames subside,
and my demons had their way with me,
and I'm left cleaning up the wreck.
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