Its dark
But I can hear his breathing
I can hear the mumbling
I hear how he's angred
How he is wicked with intoxication
I hear the crinkle of the can
The smash of the glass
I'm shaking
I know he's coming
I know he's near
He's just on the other side
The words echo
In through one ear and out the other
On repeat
I'm sobbing
I'm trembling
I know I'm safe inside my head
But it's only for a short fraction
He's banging
He's shaking
He's screaming
I smell it
I smell him
It's like acid
It's stings
You only know fear
When it's all that happens to you
My room is my safe haven
But also my darkest times
I've come to love the darkness
It isn't healthy but I can't stop
He can't reach me
Unless he gets in
But I won't let him
I won't let him...
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Poetry about a monster
PoetryFrom you to me, the monster you seek is all inside the bottle you drink, please set me free from your awful reach. This is a series of different parts of poetry I right enjoy. I mean as much as you can please leave comments or feed back!
