she escapes in a cloud of smoke
as a numbing sensation
constantly fills her in.
she escapes once more,
but when she returns,
the monsters, again, creeps in.
still grasping her soul into darkness,
haunting and cutting her deep.
until she can't feel the pain anymore.
what she doesn't understand is that
she cannot run from her demons.
it'll find her where she hides,
it'll find her when she least expects it.
then she'll end up helpless again.
crippled.
unable to walk.
unable to move.
paralyzed from the shadows she has kept away from light.
she can't seem to escape.
there's a deep emptiness in her chest
and she can't make it on her own.
there's no way out.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
