
i have always feared myself
and the demons inside me.
their whispers resonate
throughout my body,
reawakening the trauma
i once buried.
in a night
where iʼm supposed to be sleeping
was a nightmare
i am currently reliving.
the anxieties are enveloping me
like a recalcitrant ghoul,
and these overflowing thoughts
written in here
was just a way
of keeping myself sane.
and when i end this word vomit disguised as a literary piece,
i know these thoughts
will pile up once again.
i am afraid,
i am scared,
i am always in a spotlight of fear.
it is a warfare within myself;
a battle between my clashing personas,
a strife of my shadows,
and a fight of my egos.
clearly, i am my own demon.
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[ revised version of an old piece ]
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graveyard of buried souls
Poetrythrough feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings. and here she u...
