by SarahR1983Craig, Colorado, USA
Aug 2012 268 Views 0 comments
Inside
The light goes dark,
and there is me,
a twisted creature that I see.
Cold penetrates the warmth of heat,
the drugs they seem to be so sweet.
A figure molds and makes anew,
it tells the host what it must do.
It knows the way of which to go,
the lights go dim here comes the show.
People know from which it came,
this feeling seems to have no name.
Dream and still there is another,
woven in sleeps dark dense cover.
and there is me,
a twisted creature that I see.
Cold penetrates the warmth of heat,
the drugs they seem to be so sweet.
A figure molds and makes anew,
it tells the host what it must do.
It knows the way of which to go,
the lights go dim here comes the show.
People know from which it came,
this feeling seems to have no name.
Dream and still there is another,
woven in sleeps dark dense cover.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this about ten years ago, I write poetry when I need that release of pain, anger, the negative things that crawl around in your mind.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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