This feeling...I can't put into words. It's like a quick sand. Taking everything slowly but surely. At first, unnoticable. Then slightly noticeable but thinking you can get out. Yet, the more you struggle, the more it drags you. And in the end, you're too late. You're stuck. Night is coming along with all the lurking creatures. You try and try and try to get out but to no avail. Eventually, the moon rises in the sky and you're surrounded by millions of lights. Eyes. Creatures. Each one a struggle you deal with. Coming to tear you apart. Like every other night. It's all the same. And you're only hope is that someone appears. They appear to help, not destroy.
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A Conflicted Teen
PoesiaThis is a book of all my poems I write in my free time or when I feel down or inspired. Or really any time of day. Enjoy. Please don't steal any of my work.
