It's creeping into the very depths of my being,
Corroding everything in its path,
It doesn't seem to want to stop,
Until my life it has gobbled up whole,
It's taking its toll,
On my mind, body and soul,
Destruction is its one and only goal.It feels like I'm walking on burning hot coal,
With the universe balancing on my shoulders,
And large boulders hurtling towards me at an insane speed,
It feels like I'm walking on a tight rope,
Underneath me a pool of hungry monsters,
Above me a sky of murderous raptors,
And a lunatic busy trying to cut the rope,
How am I to still have hope?I hear it's evil cackling ringing in my ears,
As it shreds my peace of mind,
My happiness is next in line,
I beg and beg till my tears have run dry and my voice is cracked and hoarse,
Yet it feels no remorse,
As it relentlessly whips my sanity,
Till the skin had left its bone and flesh,
And it's drowning in a pool of its own blood.It's grip on my neck is so tight,
Cutting out my air supply,
As it rants about how I'm a pathetic sight,
Promising itself to be that dark starless, moonless night,
After which no sun will rise,
Promising itself to be that dark cloud that covers every silver lining,
Perhaps destroying my sanity doesn't suffice.My eyes no longer see the light,
My heart no more contains that flame that burnt so warm and bright,
My conscience barely there, floats like an abandoned kite,
I'm now anxiety's masterpiece,
Broken swirls and strokes of red, a mosaic of blood,
On a canvas so pristine and white.
YOU ARE READING
Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee
PoesiaEchoes from the murky depths of a dark, burning soul.