March 29, 2011
Tossing and turning
restless in my sleep
no better when I wake
demons haunt my thoughts
I tremor and shake in the swirling mist
I lose who I am
Who I was
Who I could ever be
to the darkness within
A battle I cannot win
A shadow I remain
in a world that could care less
until the sea runs dry
the winds begin to cease
A shadow, a captive
in defeat

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Shadowrider said...
Jun. 14, 2011 at 2:07 pm
This is a really deep and feeling poem. I love it!
willowwriter replied...
Sept. 27, 2011 at 1:17 pm
Thanks. I appreciate it :)
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