Words are bouncing around in my head
Words that cannot be laid to bed
Words that just appear instead
Of everything that should be said
But like a ravenous predator that hasn't been fed
They pounce, tearing me to shreds
Words of doubt, words of hate, of anger
All of which are committed to linger
And never leave until their needs are sated
In a feeding frenzy that cannot be abated
Until my feet are weighted
With hatred of myself and the past
A feeling that is set to last
And will not lessen or become easier fast
Feelings that will be forever there
Clawing and pulling never fighting fair
In a constant battle of wills
With no cliché action movie thrills
This war cannot be romanticised
Only scrutinised and criticised
As I am the one being terrorised
And I am the one doing the terrorising
So where is the glamour in this tale of self-razing?
It is a never ending story
That will never be committed to history.
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
