Specters

I am alone in this group of friends,

And it is now that the panic sets in.

A tidal wave of terror trickling down

My spine,

And somewhere I find,

That I’m all alone.

This should come as no surprise,

But sometimes I find that I must remind

My subconscious mind

That this is who I am inside.

A heretic little hermit whose hated by all he has,

Who has managed to make most move away en masse.

Confined in solitary,

Some think that’d be scary,

But I am used to the demons in this head.

They all sneak and scamper, calling for my death,

But I press on

In a mind that is gone

For I know it won’t be long

Till I write my worries down in song.

I bind the specter in lying lyric,

And forever there they sit

To be seen by few

And sung by less,

But the sting that stung

Can be put to rest…

Or so I hope

But somehow I know

That come tomorrow the sun will rise,

And once again the shadows will haunt this mind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many kinds of battles. I have my share to live with. I learn from mistakes and try to find reasons and purpose to be alive. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry. I felt the internal thoughts and struggle.
Coyote