fighting the beast

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i'm not sure yet... i think i'll just wing it

Submitted: August 18, 2011

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Submitted: August 18, 2011



I'm feeling somewhat melancholy

the world it seems would swallow me whole

I'm fighting to grasp my sanity

and loosen the behemoth's grip on my soul

I'm feeling somewhat beaten down

I'm flattened and tattered and frail

I'm fragile and so unstable

perched dangerously close above the fires of hell

I'm clutching a pail that's rusted and empty

the water has all run dry

I'm clinging to hope that the rains will come

but there isn't a cloud in the sky

I'm standing on trembling ground

the earth below me begins to give way

I'm slipping and sliding into the fissure below

and losing the light of day

surely there must be a way

to losen your grip on my heart

the ever growing melancholy

that slowly tears me apart

surely there is something here

that wasnt here before

simply fighting to not give in

just isn't enough any more




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