A dawn of demon
Latent into harns
Longing to bounce out.
An occasion I never have crossed paths with
Staring me in my eyes
Like a sore wolf for its culprits.
Staggering and scaring with
'What if devised project got stasis?'
All my vigour and strength
Wither away abandoning me in
Self made inlet.
Destitute with feelings
And high with bestiality
This fiend find its way into
Physical abstractism.
My body gets shattered into
Seemingly million cells
And the courage to collect
Slowly departs away.
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This poem deals with our inner critic who usually took over leaving us distraught and anxious.
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PoetryAmateur Poetic Collection My literal passion is refugee from reality. I write when I feel low.
