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I Think My Demon Is My Friend
The fade in me holds dark and deep, though light it seems to stake in me the lies of life two troubled hearts, that fold in mend and break apart.
Struggle home this withered soul upon this broken road, to atone for loss of fucks to give of self this life that which I live.
Though both of me should fall astray, this burden carries disarray, a water that ignights this mind, it feeds the heart, the knots that bind.
Struggle home this withered soul upon this broken road, to atone for loss of fucks to give of self this life that which I live.
Though both of me should fall astray, this burden carries disarray, a water that ignights this mind, it feeds the heart, the knots that bind.
Published 1st Jul 2019
Author's Note
Do you hate yourself enough to embrace the pain it brings?
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2nd Jul 2019 8:17pm
This is a type of poem that forces the reader to confront the question of whether or not to make peace with their internal demons..a very terrifying question indeed. This poem is something incredibly raw, it has a certain je ne sais quoi that brings you this incredibly poignant and evocative emotion that requires you to muster enough strength to be painstakingly honest with yourself..A beautifully written poem indeed
3rd Jul 2019 2:38am
Having, or dealing, with that inner voice that negatively challenges you as you try to feel like a "normal" person makes life, which should be something simple, extremely hard. Thank you again for your comment.
