Sinking
Sinking
Emotion-filled aches travel through my system with the
devastation of an earthquake.
Unconquerable
No shield
It’s a slow suicide,
A sentence to hell
I can run, but never discover the hiding place in which my
mind can’t seek me.
My thoughts become a form of the typical playground bully,
Terrorizing me consistently
and brutally.
My mental state leaves me hunched over in agony
with no lending hand in sight.
My mind drafts me into a war in which I have no capability
to survive.
This isn’t a battle of the masses.
It’s internal,
A battle of self.
It's definitely intense and powerful. If the reader (me), pictures the authors face while reading the poem "Worriment", the intensity is replaced with confusion. If I take you out of the equation, the intensity is back, and I can absorb it's true meaning. (yeah, I know...I'm weird)
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