These thoughts and emotions have not found themselves in the stanzas
Of a poem in quite some time.
There was a time when they no longer
Needed to be; I was fine.
No longer did I hunger for lost love,
Hate myself for things I could not control;
I freed myself from inner-damnation.
Over time, however, I learned that not
Every problem was fixable in this way.
This black dog, ball-and-chain, shadow Monster always finds its way into my life,
Forcing its repulsive manner upon me.
Everyday, I am followed and taunted by
This thing I cannot see, but I feel
So strong, overbearing, dominating.
This horrible manifestation has been
Present throughout my existence, but now,
I am brought down so much lower than Ever before, I am at its will.
I am stricken, beaten, tortured.
I was fine.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
These thoughts and emotions have not found themselves in the stanzas
Of a poem in quite some time.
There was a time when they no longer
Needed to be; I was fine.
No longer did I hunger for lost love,
Hate myself for things I could not control;
I freed myself from inner-damnation.
Over time, however, I learned that not
Every problem was fixable in this way.
This black dog, ball-and-chain, shadow Monster always finds its way into my life,
Forcing its repulsive manner upon me.
Everyday, I am followed and taunted by
This thing I cannot see, but I feel
So strong, overbearing, dominating.
This horrible manifestation has been
Present throughout my existence, but now,
I am brought down so much lower than Ever before, I am at its will.
I am stricken, beaten, tortured.
I was fine.
