All this pain,
Can't escape my brain,
It's taken control,
Eating out at my soul.
I think I've become the devil.
Who has ever reached this level?
My feelings, confused,
In disarray, with chaos fused.
Leave me alone!
With the battles I've fought,
The monsters I've grown,
Are stronger than thought.
Hope? No! - This is no way to cope.
Peace? Slain - it festers as disease.
Faith? Lost and buried, so I saith.
Strong? This is where you're in the wrong.
I'm no longer me.
This is the devil speaking.
You don't want to see.
Be careful what you're seeking.
Every day burns, a living hell.
Good and bad blur - I no longer dwell.
No fence to sit, no soul left to defend.
My truth is the devil’s, and this is the end.
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Comments2
Strong words in this poem nicely written the questioning of oneself.
The self incorporation of evil or at least its belief is a heavy burden. In this poem it speaks in doubts. Nicely written
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