I cower in darkness in front of them.
Hands tied behind my back,
Bloody and battered face,
Bruises on my side.
Bleeding heart and scraped knees.
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Crawling out of hell, out of the lost abyss
Everything’s amiss
There is no bliss.
They drag me back.
I’m under attack.
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I tremble with fear looking at their grotesque faces.
The menacing scowl,
The bone chilling laughter.
It settles in my core
Numbing me from inside.
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Is there any use in fighting?
This nightmare is affrighting.
Does this miserable existence needs more chances?
How do I change my circumstances?
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Darkness is not a friend merely an illusion.
A sorry excuse of a confidant.
It takes you under its wings,
shrouds you in loneliness, bitterness and misery.
Plays its victorious game of treacherous trickery.
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Whispering delicate disastrous deceitful deeds.
But I won’t plead or concede
I can’t let them succeed.
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And the hollow feelings finally settles,
Destroying pretty petals.
They turn their back and walk away
Descending down the hallway.
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But demons are never silenced, rarely slayed.
They masquerade during their overstay.
Maybe I should drive them away,
Far away from my hideaway.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
