My imagination
Runs wild
...
The fear
Of what I imagine
Takes over
My mind
My taste
My vision
My hearing
My touch
...
Monsters mostly
Their sharp teeth
Beady, red, eyes
Sharp claws
Arms with spikes
Arms that hang low
Like slendermens
Feet like logs
Legs like trees
...
What's wrong with me?
Why do I imagine these things?
Why can't I clear my head?
Why?
Why?
...
I over think some things..crrating monsters...
Creating nightmares...
...
Stop it...
Just stop!
-E.G.
YOU ARE READING
You know bits and pieces
Poetrythis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
