Face It

Face It

A Poem by Wooddawg

Monsters in the closet

Demons in my head

Nourished by my thoughts

A sickness well fed.

 

Voices, voices, which one is mine?

On my soul the locusts dine.

Twisting turning, twisting turning

My insides are burning.

 

Falling deeper spinning fast

Haunted by ghosts of memory's past

Lost in my mind no happy place

Run Forrest run, can't keep the pace.

 

Deja-vu, been here before

Lost the battle but not the war

Time for a change, I embrace it

Stand tall and proud and face it!!!

© 2011 Wooddawg


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Wow, this is brilliant! Has a real dark tone to it-sounds somewhat Nirvana-like... I really like this, well done!

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