deepundergroundpoetry.com

The Me Underneath

I am distracted
Needs boil to the surface
My mind wanders
Imagination merges with the real
I lose focus

The me underneath stirs
Hibernating no longer
Never really gone
Still with a voice
He hijacks my mind

In honesty, I miss him
That’s why he says around
Never evil enough to just die
A ghost or spectre that lives
He becomes me

My weakness he knows
Scars he shows
He loves to see me squirm
I almost sit back and rest for the day
Let him drive for a while
                        It would be easier

Soon he will sleep again
Don’t know when or for how long
I will be me again
Still with him there
The me underneath
Written by ReflectionOfMe
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 620
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 1:28am by OncleNyck
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:15am by gothicsurrealism
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:01am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:31am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:13am by Kinkpoet
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:08am by Ahavati