Infused with disease
The kind you can't cure
A mental anguish
That takes no prisoner
So I am a captive
A slave to my own thoughts
Fighting
I yank at my chains
Screaming through the bars
Wrists raw and throat sore
Can no one hear me?
How can't you see me?
Hiding
This disease I battle
While knowing I will lose
You can't see the symptoms
They're all internalised
And you buy my smile
Why?
It isn't at all convincing
How?
It's obvious I'm suffering
Blind
Deaf
Heartless
I don't understand
I'm at the end of my rope
But why?
Why am I still anticipating
For someone with an antidote
One by the grace of a miracle
That does not fear my darkness
One who is willing
To be beside them-self at my right
And grant me the joy of life
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
