Claws buried deep within me
Hands covering my mouth
Limbs turned into a knot
My demons are winning again
The despondency I once struggled with
I no longer feel
The silence is deafening
The roar, obsolete
Extremities that were insistently itching to move
Now experience sheer pain when doing so
My demons are winning again
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoetryJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.
