You shout at the night,
at visions hidden from sight
bellowing out, you could wake the dead
screaming at demons that infest your head
You roar and you curse
no-one knows what horrors lurk
in the recesses of your thoughts
or why the moonlight
brings such frightful monsters to your door
No-one sees them walking in the chill cool air
they can't hear their words spill, like a demonic fanfare
they just sit,
in judgement
not knowing the depths your mind is plunging
You cry and yell
going through your own personal hell
walking through its burning flames
taking part in its wicked games
no-one knows the rolls of the dice you've took
or how many times you fell to bad luck
how the illness creeps in
like fog seeping over the earths skin
no-one knows the fear
when your mind makes these phantoms appear
They just sit
in judgement
and decry that you don't deserve to live in the same street
that you are not fit to walk the same patch of concrete
they may catch your eye,
or hear you yelling at the sky
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry.
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Kyle
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