19/4/2021
There's a place where our monsters roam where all you hear are screams and groans where blood drips and seeps into the earth where every breath releases a musty curse.
It's where we manifest our deepest darkest desires where the thoughts that haunt us Sweep us in a endless Sea of rusty barbed wire, it cuts and snicks and strips out sanity away till all that is left are tears that fall like an acid rain.
The darkness that lives here spreads and cracks our wall smoke pours out from under the floor boards and fills the room with a visceral fire it's scalds and burns us till it reveals as our darkest desire.
Our fears they lurk and stalk us down they hunt us like a pack of starving hounds, we run from them and try to escape the beyond but as soon as we think we're free our demons shatter our Dire reality.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I made from ages 15 to 17 it's about mental health and growing up the last few years in foster care it's a journey about maturing as a kid but also learning to grow and deal with my demons in the on going battle of eve...
