The War Wages On

Every day is like a battle for me, and words on paper is how I describe how it feels.

Slowly fading away, 

Like the sunset, 

On a warm summer night, 

Never to return again.

Every day is a battle, 

A fight to stay alive,

These monsters inside, 

Slowly taking control.

They say stay strong,

I have done no wrong, 

I only suffer in silence, 

No one to save my heart.

I am isolated, 

All alone by myself, 

No one understands, 

This mess these demons create.

Author's Note

Please, comments and critique are welcome.

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Well done. I have to agree with Coyote. Sometimes, I wonder if what I am doing even matters. The poem is thoughtful, and well expressed I like it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Believe it or not. We all struggle. Everyday I want to quit work and walk away. I can't. Six people depend on me. Your poem is a norm for many people. Hard to see anything worthwhile to do or accomplished. No weakness in the powerful poetry. You left the reader with many things to ponder. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Nyu]

WOW this is so beautiful and filled with the human ways... i feel like I'm reading my own thoughts here really, why are you so similar to me? your writing is different very different but I say the same things. You are not so isolated then x)

[thatemogirl16]

i absolutely love this poem. I totally know where you're coming from. Keep it up and great job! XD

[Travie]

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me.