You used to be full of life when you had nothing but darkness creeping up on you waiting for you to give in. You used to dance with pride to the sounds of your demons around you whispering in your ear telling you to give up. You taught me how to win the impossible battle of life. But then something happened, something I thought would never happen...
you let every demon in and bite a piece out of you, taking more each time, wanting more feeding off the little strength you had left in you, until you changed. You Changed into someone you told me to never become. Someone you hated. The voices in your head won the battle of your consciousness and you were gone, wiped away, taken over. You let life win and now it’s laughing at you, laughing as they pull you around like a puppet, tearing you apart controlling your life and mind.
Your losing everyone and no one can stop it but you. You are the cure if you just say these words “I’m not giving up” that’s all it takes but you won’t, you would rather pretend you are like everyone else, “normal” slaves of society trying so hard to fit in with every other mechanical human being who’s trying to be like someone else. But when you are alone, trapped in a 4 walled empty room you become your own shadow, stuck in the darkness crying for help that you know is not on its way.
Save yourself before it’s too late, this battle is not over if you keep fighting. Don’t give up, shine the bright light that I know is is still inside of you, the part of you screaming and crying for you to set her free, do it before you are ambushed.. into the dark with nothing but infernal thoughts teasing your will to live forcing you to end it all
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Author:
S R Clarke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this on a bus just after a bad day. It was a reflection on myself 3 years ago. I believe someone needs to hear this.
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ANGELA HERE - Hi Shannon (nice name) - Welcome to MPS - the best Poems are written on the BUS ! Thanks for sharing yout first Poem. It is an excellent Free Verse prose Poem with excellent flow & readability ! the content is melancholy - I sometimes felt like that when I was 16 - Im 31 now and getting married in APRIL ! We can all remember times when we moved from Fulness to Emptyness ! From dancing to silence - when our inner demons took over - horrible ! We hated the change. Our MANTRA in these situations should be *Im not giving up !* It is important but sadly we sometimes choose to wear a mask of CONFORMATION ! It is only when we are alone that the horror of our situation hits us ! Thank GOD that was three years ago and you overcame (rebuked) your demons and you can look back with your Head held High and your demons vanquished ~ AMEN !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡
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Thank you so much, You would be glad to know that I am now In a much happier place. I’ve got a few more to post so stay updated 😊
Those buses have a great deal to answer for, good write Shannon.
Welcome to MPS.
I always write when I’m travelling. Thank you ☺️
I feel we all go through this, for one reason or another, some come through, others don't. There is nothing in this word as dangerous than the voice in your own head. 😔
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