Punishment
Darkness pouring over
Never, relenting
Pushing at eyelids
Until coloured patterns
Break the monotony
Anger burns
Inside out emotions
Hate
Something wrong
The washing line
Nylon
Twisted in yellow sheath
Binding numbness
Fingers like baloons
Movement sluggish
Twisting guilt
Endless
Singing the darkness away
Impossible
Chocking on rag
Sinking within the mind
Sensations strong
Warm dust
Polish
Splintered floor
Pricking, spicking
Cutting splinters
No longer crying
No longer hoping
The Monsters are coming
Some of them are from within
The light could not know
Nor make those ones
Go away
Posted: Thursday, October 30th, 2014 @ 6:50 pm
Categories: Poems.
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