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Feb 2016
My life is coming to a Holt,
I feel the pain beneath my leathered
Skin grow stronger,
Pounding and shredding from within.
Tried so hard to shove it aside,
Yet, it appears, faster than it should.

I lay in bed, knowing full well that,
I am alone, yet I feel so insecure about my
Surroundings.
Shadows creeping upon my wall,
Haunted thoughts running through this
Shallow hall.
Feeling every word that has been put down
On paper,
Somehow releasing the enemy within this
Warped dimension.
Bracing myself for the truthful answers
Behind each suffocating question.
An original.. 2009
Zade B
Written by
Zade B  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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