i fear that one day my mind will win.
that after all this time,
i will finally succumb to my own madness;that the possibility of the fight
never being a real battle,
but a part of a master plan
to tire me out.i fear my end is near —
that my brain will finally be
conquered by demons much
more horrific than
i have ever known.i sense they are coming...
it should not be much longer
now before the thorns pierce
my flesh and leave me to bleed
out amongst my fallen petals.for if this is the last thing
my sane mind writes...know that i put up a good
fight but the war is over now
and i must rest.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...