I've allowed myself to be a victim
To fall prey to my whims and sins
I'm captive, entombed, overworked
With emotions so futile but fiery
I'm slowly withering away to dust.
My life has decayed and deceased,
Ashes on the ground, emptiness abound
My flesh crinkled and crisp
So unbearable, so foreign.
I've become lost in my direction.
My mind is flustered and full
With anxiety, shame, scrutiny
I'm disgusted with this façade
Which found itself at arm's length.
How did I fail to see it?
How did I perceive my actions
Wouldn't be confronted with reactions.
I've embraced a living being
That wants to vacate and vanquish
Extinguish the work I have done.
Do I give up?
Do I allow my demons to take over me?
Do I let the darkness inside of me
Swallow me whole,
Take every part of me away?
I wanted this, I have it.
But why do I feel so hurt, so deceived?
Did I feed myself a false reality?
Did I delude myself to think
Having it all would be enough?
I had less than what I now possess
But I still in need of help.
I need to escape, to regroup
Into a sanctuary of restitution.
I need to find me and be me again.
The girl who worked and fought
For the destiny that she always desired.
I can't admit or accept defeat
If I choose to wither away and perish
My demons would rejoice and prevail
And I'd rather be erased completely
Than allow them any form of victory
So I slay and mock them
Refusing to allow them any reign
To break my soul completely.
I can do better, be better
Steal back the drive I'd absconded,
Diminish the darkness
Open my world to the light.
I want to a life and a love
That's honest and breathtaking
I want to triumph and conquer fiercely
Mostly, I want to glide fearlessly.
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Poésie"The truth is better scripted than hidden!" This is a collection of poems that I wrote in my youth inspired by the many emotions and phenomenon entrenched in my thoughts. My vision is to inspire, enlighten and empower.
