The Creeping Darkness

Just feeling down, at my growing sense of anxiety.

A simple thought

Which reverberates

Just beyond my control

In my mind.

Of a time

I walked

With my head

Held high.

Challenging life

Head on.

As if

Nothing

Could stop me.

And now

A crippled soul

Seeking salvation

Wherever

I can find it.

As my inner critic

Mocks me

For the simplest thing

I'm stumbling over.

As I bang

My head

Against the walls.

Cursing

Whatever Gods

I can remember

For this.

And 

The cruel hand

Of fate

Facing me.

In seeking

An permanent end

To this pain

Of mine.

Caring not

My soul's fate

Except for

The silence.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those inner critics just won't leave us alone, ever.

[therisa]

Jacob, do they, ever, become less intrusive, as the years, go on?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

afraid not---but we learn to listen to them a bit less.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob, for your honesty.

[Lizardo]

I can totally relate to this one. I really love this poem it is well writen and the message that it gives it's very deep but sad at the same time.
This is really great piece of work

[therisa]

Thank you, Lizardo.