To Delay
There is a monster that hides inside,
It beats my heart and runs my thoughts,
To resist is suicide,
My only plan is to not get caught.

There is a plan that takes it's toll,
And takes control, it takes hold,
It pounds my emotions into mash,
Waiting for my time to mold.

There is a sculptor that shapes my mind,
It's ultimate plan is to renovate,
My heart, my soul, all that I am,
To resist is to disintegrate.

There is a demon that lurks in me,
A deep depression in my chest,
I'm never alone, I continue to fight,
To delay is my very best.

There is a force that heals the pain,
That subjected me to this evil tide,
And rescues me from what I am,
And reshapes me when I die.

Comments:
There are no messages yet
Sojourner
Poetry
Free Verse
writing Sojourner
A pen and paper present endless possibilities....
Bookmark and Share

You must log in to rate.
This has not been rated.

Synopsis
Your guess is as good as mine...
© 2014 WritingRoom.com, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WRITING | POETRY WRITING | CREATIVE WRITING | WRITE A BOOK | WRITING CONTESTS | WRITING TIPS