kitty the naughty poet

Nobody.

Nobody.

Nobody knows, nobody sees it,

I sit here with my demons every god damn night,

They whisper sly things in my ears,

They want me to scream and they want me to shout,

They want me to break things but they won’t tell me why?

As my mood plummets down, even lower than before,

All the way to rock bottom, a familiar scenario.

I have seen a lot in my life,

And had a fair amount of pain,

I’ve lost the ones I loved,

And been stabbed in the back by a friend,

They will stay here forever these demons,

They hide away in the sunlight,

They live in my shadow you see.

And only come out at night.

Nobody knows anything at all, 

Nobody sees the silent tears that fall,

As I lay here feeling cold, in this bed all alone,

With only my demons for company,

They grip at my soul, as fresh tears fall,

Although nobody sees it, nobody knows, nobody cares at all.

Written by: Katie Clarke 2021

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive words Katie but I am sure that there is love and light within you.

    Welcome to MPS.

  • L. B. Mek

    sometimes, when climbing
    our mirage abyss of all-things bleak
    in a long, sleepless - starless night
    we must allow ourselves to express, our worst fears
    and unleash all our despair and rage
    just, so that
    we can make it
    to the dawning
    of our salvation, morning..
    (thanks for sharing
    hope you're in a better place now or will soon, be)



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