End Of Me

Poem By David Wilson

The Shadows That Creep In The Back Of Your Mind Are But A Dream Compared To The Nightmares That Stalk My Conscience

This is the End for Me

no...the END OF ME

i've become so sick and WEARY

of this love being so EERY

so unknown, like an ENIGMA

I feel as if everything is GONE

i cant think straight, something is WRONG

I've lost what i never HAD

and it hurts me oh so BAD

i dropped my guard for a single SECOND

and thats when my heart BECKONED


i made the move IRRATIONALY

without thinking, now im walking around DEJECTED

my mental ability is DEFECTED

my spirt is gone its been EJECTED

and my pain is surely being PROJECTED

to those who wish to see, in my eyes its surely REFLECTED

theres a strong mirror IMAGE

and now i show the VISAGE

of a powerless FOOL

like a vegetable, unmoving i sit and DROOL

uncapable of controling my EMOTIONS

the crash and wave, pulling me under like the OCEANS

come looking for me if you CARE

dive into the waters of my mind if you DARE

i gaurantee ill be THERE

but theres something else you will FIND

hidden passion and a fierce ANIMOSITY

deep within i am an ATROCITY

tred carefully or become consumed by the FURY

eaten alive by the FIRE

they called me a friend, but i found them to be a LIAR

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