"tourmenting" poems
The voices of pain tourmenting him,
The voices of tempation destroying him inside and out,
The voices of his traumatised soul ripping his heart to shreds,
Images of the horrible situations of his past life,
The horrible voices of the ones who hurt him bouncing around his head
"Fight, Stay down, keep going, youre worthless, you never do anything right, youre strong, youre weak, youll never make it, save everyone, you cant even save yourself, stand strong, you will fall."
The voices that controverse eachother,
What should he follow,
Is he weak or is he strong,
Someone believes in him,
That voice of encouragement never fails him,
It always guides him right.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
The man said,
'the first hint of fear,
Was when our eyes met'.
When I looked into the lion's eyes,
I saw a reflection of my life.
A withering animal,
Not strong enough to protect it's scarred sacred pray,
From the flying tourmenting monsters,
To high to reach.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC