The Monster In His Head
The untamed must never be obeyed
The Monster In His Head
He woke in the dark,
the room cold as stone,
his breath held tight,
as if scared to move.
He heard a name,
one he never spoke,
a warning sound,
like a voice from before.
He touched the wall,
it trembled back,
as if alive,
as if it knew him.
His thoughts grew loud,
sharp as broken glass,
spinning fast,
pulling him under.
He walked in circles,
waiting for calm,
yet calm never came,
only deeper fear.
The monster sat close,
smiling in the dark,
feeding on doubt,
growing with each breath.
He asked for peace,
only silence came,
a heavy weight,
pressing on his chest.
He knew the truth,
it lived in him,
it whispered lies,
and called itself home.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
I guess we all kind of have a monster in us some of us just don't let it out.