Again it grasps me
In its tight hold
Not letting me breath..
Leaving me helpless, hopeless
Grasping me in its tendrils
Holding me down
Taking my breath..
Again it grasps me
In its tight hold
Looks me in the eyes
And hold me at the bottom of a pit
Of my own mind
Forcing me to crumble
To fall apart
Playing, toying with me
Leaving me breathless
Again it grasps me
In its tight hold...
Forcing me to leave it all
Making me give it up....
Taking all the light away...
Leaving dark everywhere...
Again it grasps me
In its tight hold...
But not this time...
I can't give up this time...
Can't hold let it me down this time...
Can't let it play with me this time..
Can't let it leave me breathless this time...
Cause this time i fight..
i break free from its hold.....
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The Demons That Follow
PoetryHi everyone I write poems in my free time..some are about me and some are not....I'm posting them here to get better at writing so I hope you guys enjoy them
