I fear the boredom
Because there, in
The darkness of my mind ,
They wait.
They creep closer,
Ever closer
Calling out ,
My name.
They emerge
From the shadows
Smiling, Laughing,
Jumping the gate
For to them
All of this
Is just a
Meaningless game.
What can I do
To avoid the
Depths of my
mind?
Though I push
Them all away
They come back
Each time.
For control
Of my conscious
They work and
They pine
My only protection
from their return
is creating
this rhyme.
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
