The Devil (me?)

Standing at the end of the hall
staring at the wall
looking deep down
seeing a frown
within all the cracks
and i have to take a step back
its staring at me
it wont let me be
i start to run
but than its gone
i know it will come agian
it hangs on me like a chain
always weighing me down
feeling like im going to drown
going under so far
along with all my scars

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We must fight demons all our life. Poem told a powerful story. We can't allow the disappointment and despair to bring us down. Best to walk forward and leave the B.S behind. A excellent poem. I like the poem. A bit dark and intense.
Coyote