I told the demons to walk away,
but they told me they are here to stay.
I lack the voice to tell them anything.
I am a prisoner of my own mind, and I'm sick of it.
All of this and everything is not willing to comply,
to the voices that told me all these lies.
I've lost to the beast in my heart,
and he rips my insides apart.
Knowing this, I let my life fall apart.
Joy is a past memory that seems far away,
and those pearly gates seemingly don't exist.
The light that illuminates,
hope is dimming, and faith disappearing.
Make me feel like me once again.
The smiles that once implored,
a destination once explored, take me back.
Please, because there is nothing more.
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