#itwillpass - Hello Poetry

There is a darkness a darkness that consumes that rages on that tears me apart I keep it at bay To calm its nerves To silence its whispers But it's still there In the corners of my conscious Waiting Waiting when I'm in despair Waiting when life's anxieties has beaten me Waiting to attack, with no mercy I punch the walls till my knuckles ache It feels my bones It feels my skin crack My hands bruise It feels my pain And still wants more I keep punching Waiting for it to be satisfied But its thirst is not quenched Until it sees blood The darkness that waits dormant Does not leave It grabs a hold of me It chokes the life away from me Chokes my joy Chokes my friends Chokes my hope So I grab a knife and cut myself Cut again and again Until this monster has seen enough Has seen my arms, tear me flesh from flesh blood to blood Relentless it is Quite it is Patient my darkness is Using guilt Using shame Using my past to control me It is me I see in the mirror It is I, trying to hurt me It is I, who is the monster The monster that eats the glass Preventing me to scream To speak To ask for help This darkness has already left me for dead But its still here Waiting Until I sleep once again To finish what it started

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC

og570201

Waiting

There is a darkness a darkness that consumes that rages on that tears me apart I keep it at bay To calm its nerves To silence its whispers But it's still there In the corners of my conscious Waiting Waiting when I'm in despair Waiting when life's anxieties has beaten me Waiting to attack, with no mercy I punch the walls till my knuckles ache It feels my bones It feels my skin crack My hands bruise It feels my pain And still wants more I keep punching Waiting for it to be satisfied But its thirst is not quenched Until it sees blood The darkness that waits dormant Does not leave It grabs a hold of me It chokes the life away from me Chokes my joy Chokes my friends Chokes my hope So I grab a knife and cut myself Cut again and again Until this monster has seen enough Has seen my arms, tear me flesh from flesh blood to blood Relentless it is Quite it is Patient my darkness is Using guilt Using shame Using my past to control me It is me I see in the mirror It is I, trying to hurt me It is I, who is the monster The monster that eats the glass Preventing me to scream To speak To ask for help This darkness has already left me for dead But its still here Waiting Until I sleep once again To finish what it started

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The anxiety I feel is a thunder storm brewing in my stomach It looms like dark heavy clouds, wringing droplets of sweat from my forehead like a tightly twisted towel of wet hair My thoughts are as agitated as a swarm of locusts in their gregarious phase stuck inside my body They beat against the curvature of my ribs like paranoid mockingbirds repeatedly warding off their reflections on windows Fear feeds off the burning acid surging around the pounding fist between my lungs The tunnel entry to my throat is dry my breaths short and shallow I’m drowning in my own inward tears frantically waving my paralyzed arms I have only myself to save myself Then, a split in the clouds snatches my attention focusing on searching for safer ground I methodically breath deep and slow to find my onward way I look back, exhausted, with a sense of close call, a narrow escape... Wondering if next time I’ll make it

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC

naomi-firestone

Hidden Panic

The anxiety I feel is a thunder storm brewing in my stomach It looms like dark heavy clouds, wringing droplets of sweat from my forehead like a tightly twisted towel of wet hair My thoughts are as agitated as a swarm of locusts in their gregarious phase stuck inside my body They beat against the curvature of my ribs like paranoid mockingbirds repeatedly warding off their reflections on windows Fear feeds off the burning acid surging around the pounding fist between my lungs The tunnel entry to my throat is dry my breaths short and shallow I’m drowning in my own inward tears frantically waving my paralyzed arms I have only myself to save myself Then, a split in the clouds snatches my attention focusing on searching for safer ground I methodically breath deep and slow to find my onward way I look back, exhausted, with a sense of close call, a narrow escape... Wondering if next time I’ll make it

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When the storm abates Not a single trace Remains of its lashing Upon the senses, Or the dredged up drowned Tatters of a conscience That was peppered By the relentless sting of doubt. The calm peaks through the gloom Into the unassuming eye And hypnotises. Wiped clear are thunderous Clouds, all grey with self loathing, Deprecating droves of icy Words that circled tornado-like In the torrential downpour of your world As it crashed round your feet Its smytherins the pieces You used to open old wounds And soothe the ache within. Gone are those tell-tale tracks Upon the arm, upon the heart The route to all your evils. Because the sun is out And clear skies mark the mind In shades of sweetest blue All calm and cool in the aftermath Where nothing is all that bad, And you cant be sure There ever was a storm.

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Nov 26, 2020

Nov 26, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC

Tootytots1

When the Storm Abates

When the storm abates Not a single trace Remains of its lashing Upon the senses, Or the dredged up drowned Tatters of a conscience That was peppered By the relentless sting of doubt. The calm peaks through the gloom Into the unassuming eye And hypnotises. Wiped clear are thunderous Clouds, all grey with self loathing, Deprecating droves of icy Words that circled tornado-like In the torrential downpour of your world As it crashed round your feet Its smytherins the pieces You used to open old wounds And soothe the ache within. Gone are those tell-tale tracks Upon the arm, upon the heart The route to all your evils. Because the sun is out And clear skies mark the mind In shades of sweetest blue All calm and cool in the aftermath Where nothing is all that bad, And you cant be sure There ever was a storm.

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