Never Gone
Day and night they march, through every open door,
And in they try to get, through every single pore.
Relentless they arrive, from where cannot be said,
For the only voice they use, is the one inside my head.
In the closet hidden, under bed in darkness waits,
The monsters of the past, the beasts of future fates.
Run, run, but there is nowhere safe to breathe,
With clenched jaw and narrow eye, evil thoughts deceive.
None can see what I see, none can hear the voice,
Empty thoughts and gestures, to move to a nicer choice.
We die alone, yet must we also live that way as well,
Unknown to all and the one, and a stranger to ourselves.
Turn and scream aloud, face the dread from far behind,
Give it no air to draw, nor an easy target to find.
Flow through life as water, solidify when needs arise,
Be what you must, when must requires of you to fly.
Tooth and nail, eye for eye, there is no need to fight,
As release of thought and mind, leaves body filled with light.
A brief moment of respite, as the voices fall to a mumble,
And in that stilled space, understanding becomes a rumble.
The demons never leave, they are held sometimes at bay,
Only to return with your voice, to torment another day.
Get accustomed to their words, and brush them to the side,
As there is another life to live, another path to stride.
I know you are going through a lot right now with the whole job thing and all of that. I hope that you can find some peace soon and I hope that the bull market finally arrives in full so you can feel a bit more comfortable.
A few wins here and there would go a long way. Writing helps process it though. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I didn't write at all.
That is a bit scary thought isn't it!?
I believe that both living and dying alone would be the worst thing in this life :/
I fear that we humans have been going to be used to that way.
I gave the sane feeling. People don't yet realise what they are doing to themselves.
I don't know what would be worst- living and dying alone or being paralysed.
A person must accept his inner fear and loneliness after a while. He must live his life in harmony with these feelings. There is no other way to escape :)
Right. There is no escape. Many try with distractions of various kinds, but once the distraction no longer is strong enough, the voices return.
Reading these verses I was first reminded of Niccolo Machiavelli, not only with his political work The Prince, but the obscure poetry he wrote.
I recently added The Prince to my listening list, but haven't listened yet. Had no idea he wrote poetry at all, but I guess in a time when not many could read or write, those that could would be pretty prolific and try different genres.
This is deep, and it sounds so relatable somehow. I can say that I felt something similar when everything looked normal on the outside, but there’s a storm going on inside.
That’s so true. Sometimes, someone is surrounded by people, yet someone feels completely alone because no one really understands what’s going on in someone head. People can only guess all they want.
However, we must prepare to fight every battle or whatever serves as a hindrance to us.
A lot of people think they are empathetic because they believe they feel what others feel. I don't think that is the case. They feel, but their feelings might not be correct at all, and the actions that cone from them harmful. no one can completely know another.
Absolutely, no one can really know another unless such person happens to be in the same shoe at the same time.
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STOPCool shouting contest in the photo. I heard(this is lie/ myth I think) that elephants fear of mice. So perhaps dinosaurs would also fear Smallsteps...
I also heard that honey badgers are fearless and fight with lions. In some youtube video I heard that one Honey badger fought with lions, barely survived, was treated by humans...and after getting better immediately returned to fight with the same lions again. Keeping a grudge like that is impressive.
Wow! This last piece just hit me. As you know, I battle my own demons, but then again I imagine we all do in some way. BUt beating them back for me is a daily battle. That is all you can do is beat them back and move on with the day. Deal with them when they come back tomorrow, because you know they will come back, but i nthe mean time, enjoy life.
This is deep. It takes a lot to write such deep thoughts. I love it and wanting to here more from you. I just followed you to get more updates
Wow! How I wish I can regain my passion on poem composition!