Yes I was afraid,
Afraid of the devil that takes over me,
It weighs upon my heart as a teardrop escapes,
It takes away my rational thinking,
It takes away the very existence of presence of mind,
It takes away the faith that I have mustered in all these years,
In just a blink of an eye.
All the pain buried deep ,surfaces back,
The memories that I thought would never matter to me again,now were piercing holes into my heart,
I fought with the monster but failed miserably,
Maybe it is a lot worse than i think , Maybe i just don't want to fight anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
