February 17, 2012
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Reverberating feelings get locked within my mind.
A tearing pain shreds through my soul.
It slices open anything for which I've ever pined,
Letting it remain empty and cold.

The little demon scatters memories and aspirations,
Insinuating everything I've done was a mistake.
It reads me questions until I have reached my limitations,
Until it is my whole life wishing for a retake.

With each word, I now begin to doubt;
It sends me into a spiraling sadness I cannot change.
No one can tell me what it's about,
Because knowledge of this demon is out of range.

Bullets rip through my brain without hitting my skull,
The battle has begun but can't be won.
For this demon each bullet will not dull,
The damage has already been done.

When a moment of freedom lapses,
I try to search the war zone for a glimmer of honesty,
Remaining is the bridge between myself and the demon which collapses;
Because the dreaded demon is me.

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cayaTW This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 5, 2012 at 5:34 pm
i don't know if this is an assumption or not, but i feeal like you really put thought into this poem.  the emotion shines through. i could see it as a song. i liked the unraveling at the end.
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