Conflict and Pain

Lost in the mist, can't see a thing.

Battling with the monsters, seems I cannot win.

Running from the shadows, No I cannot give in.

They're scratching on my back and I can't resist.

With no clear vision, How far can I run?

But with demons on my tail, there's no way I can hide.

Exhausted and baffled, seems I cannot undo what's already been done,

With no hope, all I can do is stand here, petrified!

They stared at me with all the rage and agony,

I begged to them, to spare me with mercy and sanity.

I admitted my guilt, as my last hope,

Then they offered me a sight through a periscope.

At last there I was, In the room full of mirrors.

Now I know what's going on, they helped me see things clearer.

All the demons raging were only in my head,

But the conflicts were real and everyone else paid instead!

Nothing was same, never will it ever be.

Though came out a better man as the world shall see.

Still I will have to pay for my consequences,

Or else I will end up in misery.

Nothing was the same, though I hope better it will be.

Reviews

[Agyani]

You chose the perfect title for this poem, and you showed the required emotions in a really good manner. There was paranoia, confusion, trepidation followed by submission, horror, and guilt. But I liked that you gave utmost importance to resolve. In fact, I loved it.

What I loved more was this.......
"All the demons raging were only in my head,
But the conflicts were real and everyone else paid instead!"

It made me smile and sent goosebumps all over. Strong!

[Smwtdmgd]

Thanks...!! a bunch...!! I'm glad that you liked it...