When I look into the mirror
I see an impish little monster
She isn’t quite myself
But I don’t know what else to call her
And when I see her
I feel lost within this world
I see hidden terrors
Begin to tragically unfurl
Now I see old fears
I thought were in the past
And now I know
That this bliss wasn’t meant to last
Misery and tragedy
Are slowly overwhelming me
They twist the vision
Of the many things that I must see.
I got what I wanted
But take a look at what I’ve lost
All this power
Came with a very twisted cost
And never again
Will anything ever be the same
For as I walk this road
I’m followed by eternities of shame
I’m facing my demons
Striking them down one at a time
But they remind me
Of my most terrifying crimes
I cry the cries
Sounded by a thousand tortured souls
I try to fix this
But I’m not the one at the controls
Forever am I lost
And this will surely be the end
For I have torn apart
That which I simply cannot mend
Don’t try to help me
Just watch my steps as I pass by
For this was a just war
And it was one I failed to survive
Daily Archives: November 26, 2014
My Demons – Promote Yourself
Biography: I have been writing stories and poems since I was about five. I have always been very modest about my work and worry that it’s never good enough. For the few recent years, I have been writing novels and dream of getting myself published one day. However, I have recently been sharing my poetry with the world as a way to get focus on me and my style of writing. I tend to view the world very negatively and often write about narsistic topics. However, my writing occasionally branches off to fun, bubbly, and loving.
Country: United States
SANTA WON’T BE VISITING ME
I live on the streets that’s me
No home to call my own
I play hide and seek
That make’s my life bleak
No warm clothes to wear
And no-one to share
Life is so cheap
I steal food to eat
I live on the street
With nothing to eat
I see people spending money
But I have none
I cannot buy presents
Santa won’t be visiting me
My family pass by
But they do not see
The misery
I endure
They are so happy
I am so sad
I live on the street
With nothing to eat.
Thomas Sims