Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2015
These monsters that live in my brain,
Are constantly circulating,
screaming,
Dying of pain.
My soul struggles,
reaching for an escape,
Before this snake,
Induces a forced ****.
My heart feels nothing but anger,
And it's weighted down,
by a heavy steel anchor.
An anchor so muscular,
It's dragged me down to my grave,
So here I am.
Written by
Michelle Romero  Chicago
(Chicago)   
701
   Cecil Miller
Please log in to view and add comments on poems