It grips me hard and turns me,
Doesn't let me sleep and definitely burns me,
Takes me to the land full of light
But oh that's so scary !
Because I live and dwell on dark nights, it hugs me tight
And lets my river of pain flow till there is nothing in sight
It caresses my soul gently and whispers every night
That yes the rose may wither, and beauty may be lost
But the monster lives on and on till I don't pay the cost
And the monster is not the anxiety but the feeling of the world
Treating me like a poisonous plant with sorrowful face
And poisonous I may be, but the poison is just for me
To run in my veins and travel through my head
To trigger on thoughts and words unsaid
To remind my broken soul I am
Yearning for light but loving the darkness
Conflicted is my breathe and that is the cost
Cost of living but not alive
Running but only with strife
And the world, just like a blanket drapes on my shoulder
Till it becomes too hot, too warm and too burdened
Leaving me to run in the lanes of cold, dark and numb.
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PoetryThe Search for happiness can only be find When you fight the ashen days and leave it behind Find the light thy need Take the strength to feed Your core with happiness And sadness beneath To hold your hand and breathe Life. Poems about self discov...
