I feel like the devil is trying to be my ventriloquist
I turn my back on him & pretends he doesn't exist
I tell him that he was dismissed
But he grabs a hold of my wrist
He asked me to hear him out, so I did
In my head I think May God For Bid
The grip on my hand burns
He speaks on my thoughts and my main concerns
My vulnerability escapes with no point in coming to return
Im defenseless, freedom is what my soul yearns.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
In one hand im seeking for a grace
But on other my mind speaks of evil harm that can't be traced
I look for another option but all I see is the darkness
In the distance you can see a light
The closer I get to it the further it seems outta my sight
I can't fight the defeat
I stand silently, as i feel incomplete
I shake my head tasting the bittersweet
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Looking for a way out.
PoetryThese poems are just ones that came to me when I was about to sleep then I just had to write them down asap otherwise I won't remember what came to me . But i Hope you enjoy . And some of these may seem dark & no there not from experience just obser...
