I keep trying to write it,
It keeps running from me.
And when I'm not paying mind to it,
It starts chasing me.
I can't take a break from it,
I can't catch a breath:
Chasing, running, running, chasing-
Will this ever end?
I'm growing ever tired
At quite the rapid pace.
The chase is all up in my mind,
But it shows on my face.
And then it makes me restless
Until I'm feeling blue.
I keep finding myself asking it,
"How do I get rid of you?!"
I tried and tried to fight it,
It keeps growing on me.
And when I'm not dealing with it,
It starts taunting me.
Again I feel like talking,
But I don't know what to say.
And still I feel like writing,
Like I used to everyday.
It's like I'm keeping secrets
That keep bubbling inside;
But as far as I'm concerned,
I've got nothing to hide.
So why do I feel... like this?
I simply don't comprehend;
Someone please just tell me-
I want it all to end!
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 2
PoetryA second installment, a continuation of its brutally and abruptly discontinued predecessor. It's a very personal poetry book, as most of those who have read some poetry from the original would know. Long story short, I write to vent, and this is wh...
