you've come to a stand-still
no where to move
scared of what is chasing after you.
bodies in your closet,
monsters under the bed,
demons come out to play in your head.
the most deadly of all
one you can't see,
until you look into reflective glass
this is a lock that needs a key.
your chest the lock
your mind the key
but with guards so strong
you let it be.
not content with your life
but too scared to mess with,
mess with the guards in your head,
the nightmares dressed in black,
all because you don't control your demons.
and so you sit
waiting for them to be in a deep slumber,
hoping to slip past them,
to the gates of paranoia.
after the gates you must scale the wall,
the wall you built to keep you safe from your downfall.
there are caverns and tunnels
each with security.
your mind
sealed tight
not wanting thoughts to be penetrated.
this is a maze for you
one too tiring to run trough
so you sit down
giving up,
soaking up this negativity
negativity that you transform into false hope... Love.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
