Face ItA Poem by WooddawgMonsters 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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Added on January 26, 2011Last Updated on February 10, 2011 |