No Name Yet

I'm being haunted,

Tormented by a past that won't erase,

And thoughts that won't cease.

My demons taunt me,

As I beg and plead for salvation,

From my own self.

I have finally shattered like glass,

And the pieces fall to the ground,

As it all slips from my hands. No name Y

Reviews

[Jenny]

I enjoyed this. Who can save us if we need saving from ourselves? A thought provoking idea.

However, I do have a question about the end. I like the image in the first two lines of the last stanza. But, I was confused about something sliping from your hands. What was slipping?

I even like the ending with just the first two lines of the last stanza...
But it was still an enjoyable read
Thank you so much for sharing!

J

[K]

Thank you for your read and review.
And you bring up a good point about the slipping. Thanks for bringing it to my attention!

[Jenny]

You're welcome! i definitely enjoyed it :)