I tried to believe with my eyes shut.
I tried to trust
with my ears shut.
But every time I did so
You stabbed me hard behind
You did it for days and
weeks and months.
And when no more I
Could take
You strike cold to my heart
With needles in my heart
I fell deep down
A corpse of my past
Lay below
A waiting hand of
Surrender.
YOU ARE READING
TO SURVIVE
PoetryAnd the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror can a human mind stand and still maintain a wakeful, starring, unrelenting sanity. ~ Stephen King ...
