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Jan 2019
You've stolen the breath from my body

As if I was more that just a corpse to begin with

But I still fight

I will rise from this grave
&
Bury my demons in my place

At least for tonight they will stay silent

At least until the moon sets over a grave I will eventually be forced back into
&
My demons walk amongst the living once more

I hear their cries in the break of morning

I run to you as they hunt me

Seeking shelter
&
A certain comfort only family can provide

As the world outside crumbles with chaos
&
The monsters that were once mine get closer

I notice a strange familiarity to their return

A sort of tragic comfort

The same way I always felt around you

In this realization,

I set the house on fire with emotion
&
Trap myself in this home

I have no way of escape

So I let them drag me back under

To a place where I belong

They bury me alive
&
Instead of helping me fight my demons,

You were trying to put out the flames on a house that had already crumbled
&
In all this destruction,

It seems you were the only one who survived.
Celeste Wallis
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Celeste Wallis  Nevada
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