The trauma, the memories
Haunting my mind
They grab me; they tear off my limbs
I’m walking on razor sharp, broken glass
It’s not that terrible
There was more pain in my past
Everywhere I walk
A new shard of glass pierces me
Is this a nightmare?
This can’t be reality
But oh, here it goes
The hair raising wind
I tremble as I see it coming
Tall and disastrous
Grimy and grim
Evil little demon
Won’t dare let me have my freedom
Haven’t I had enough?
Please don’t hurt me again
It raises its massive arms
And lets out a roar
It reeks of stentorian
I can’t take any more
Please, help me, I wanted to live
It takes away my happiness
Now I no longer want any life to give
It says, you deserve this, you worthless little snot
I will destroy you, you no longer have a shot
I try fighting it; I’m ripping it to shreds
He can’t be defeated
I’m better off dead
I say, monster you won
I have no will to fight
I’m already done
Out in the distance, I see a shadow of wings
Is this really happening?
Or am I in a dream?
The angel smiles at me and lends me her hand
Why do you care? I don’t understand
She lifts me up and puts me on her back
She’s saving me from this deadly combat
Her angelic eyes stare deep in my soul
You’ve been working hard, you took on a toll
She says, I love you, my little warrior
And deep inside, I feel much merrier
The evil, monstrous demon still comes to fight
But right by my side, I have the angel of light
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Poem / Poetry
Poem / Horror
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