Something within me
Just isn’t quite right,
Edging its way
Right into the light
Is it my fault,
Or is it my genes?
My mental unrest
Is more than it seems.
From inside my mind
This flaw is long etched
Bound and entwined
This bottle; my sketch
These spirits cajole me;
Caress, lick, and tame
Then slaughter my conscience
In shambles, my brain
My epitaph states
If I were to die
Of my lack of control;
An unanswered cry
And where can I go?
This race, can I halt?
The best and the worst;
It’s namely my fault.
Something inside me
Deep under my skin
Isn’t quite right
Diseased from within
Fallen above
The height of alone,
The solitude found
Is what I condone;
Hidden, and silent
Inside my cocoon
My demons and I;
ALONE, in my room.
My mind is shot. My words are not. So, here's what tumbled out.
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
