Fighting me

its not depression, its not emotive, its not even suicidal, there is no way to describe these thoughts.

My mind throws a punch.

I flail, duck, and weave to dodge it.

Myself conscious kicks me down,

I stare at the ground made of past mistakes.

Fatigue picks me up by the collar of my shirt, and throws me.

I land in a puddle of self pity formed from tears.

My clothing soaked, I begin to stand again,

But mental perception drops its foot on my back.

“Why can I not stand once I have been knocked down?” I will ask all four of them.

With no response, I am stared at by my own reflection.

I reveal the knife of my minds heart, and they all back away,

But in doing so I have blinded myself to reality.

Frustration, inpatients, and self hatred overcome my body.

The world disappears, and I am in my room, my phone vibrates on my desk.

And the war is put on hold…

For now.

Author's Note

but just for now.

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

the creation is in transofrming our real life, our unbearable pain; our obscurity into words and here you are creating an outstanding poetry filled with fertile and ingenious description. this artistic imagination took me so far away. a productive image. i doubtlessly cherish it

[Rhine Wolf]

the battle that rages with in us all. this reminds me of an old Native American tales the Tale of the Wolf Brothers. brilliantly written!!

blessed be

[Brette Medb]

The mind and the imagination can be man's greatest gift or greatest curse. We are the only being on this planet that has the ability to dwell on past mistakes and hardships instead of living in the present. We are constantly tormented by what could have been not what is. This is the perfect parallel to that. Great write.

B

[Star Wolf]

A awesome poem describing how we do battle with ourselves everyday, every second of everyday until some distraction comes along. It always seems we put ourselves down more than we try to pick ourselves up.

[sushi]

An unbeatable live update of the war fought by you with yourself. Hats off.

[Calypso]

I've felt like that too. At times we can be our own abuser.

[Akshat♥]

i also think this way only...when i see my mistakes..
i always become sad...and say to myself that why i done that to some body..
awesome poem:)

[Drako]

see one mispell, i believe you meant to use conscience, not conscious. the latter means you're awake. the former is that thing you feel guilt because of. otherwise, nice work showing the chaos one can hold in their mind

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

a very good write. thanks for sharing that with me :) i look forward to reading more!

[Coyote Poetry]

The mind can be a battlefield. If I wasn't locked into my life.(Responsibility and family) I would escape the B.S I must live in. The poem tells of the mind struggle to understand and the battle to know what to do next. The advantage of youth. You have time to change your life and place. Life is like a battle. Need to stay positive and not hurt people along the way of living. A outstanding poem. Made old Coyote think again.
Coyote