Far away,
From the world you call home,
stands a lone prison,
made of bone and flesh.
Where the sun,
never shines.
Where the wind,
refuses to blow.
Lay a prison,
hidden away from our world,
so cleverly crafted,
to house the beast within.
A beast which no one could imagine,
it bore no name,
it bore no face,
no distinguishable traits.
It clawed at the walls,
of the cage surrounding it,
it pulled at the strings,
that bound it.
Watching with wide eyes,
as the shadows engulfed it.
It shook,
trembling in its skin,
as voices and sounds,
distorted,
contorted.
It grasped for air,
oh, so precious air,
choking and wheezing,
as it was denied.
Faint,
it collapsed,
screams – pleas for help,
falling on deafened ears
Everything blurred,
whether from no oxygen,
or the rivers falling,
it did not know.
It did not care.
It could only sit there,
helplessly,
as corrupted blood,
pumped through its ears,
as sickening static filled it mind.
As its limbs fell limp,
leaving it a gasping,
helpless,
m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶ person.
AN: My anxiety attacks that I have at work..and school...and basically everywhere
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Dressed For The Kill
Poetry*****************TRIGGER WARNING********* Basically my attempts to cope with my own demons that have been consuming the past 20 years of my life. Will add tags as they appear and I will also try to remember to post what ever inspired the poem. It's...
