There is a constant battle in my mind because inside my head is a dangerous place,
So I sit here and write until I can no longer fight,
Most people fight with their hands I fight with words,
The words I chose are sharp as a knife so when they hit they cut deep,
Writing is how I get out of my head when I feel like there is no other way of escape,
My words are my art they are meant any way the reader sees fit,
They paint a picture of my pain and the feelings I try so hard to hide,
I try to push the thoughts of the past aside but they come flooding back it's too hard to resist,
I used to think that I didn't have any fears but that was before life took hold of me,
Life wrapped it's dark Soulless hands around my neck and doesn't let go until I say Uncle,
I hide the pain I have I feel has been there since I was a kid,
All the past trauma has each took on fear all of its own and let me tell you they look all too real,
When I face them it's like going into a battle you know you can't win,
They have a superpower over me they know my weakness and that is the worst feeling,
The feeling of helplessness consumes my soul and turns my heart black and cold,
Do I even truly feel anymore,
of course, I do as should you but those battles are always on a constant loop,
I feel like me and my fears just go around in circles to where there is no end,
The only escape would be to end my temporary stay on Earth and move on to a whole new world,
I know one day I will be okay If I put up my hands and have the fight of my life.
Copyright ©️ 2023 by Hunter Luis Mylen
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The book of poetry
شِعرThis is a collection of poems from my feelings and every day life, emotions, past and so forth. Read as you want and tell me your thoughts!
