Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36012429-20181019074237

Author's Note:

Hello, everyone. I'm publishing this poem somewhat (aka extremely) impulsively; I've been sitting on it for a while, but for whatever reason, I'm never keen on sharing poetry of mine. :) Still, I just thought it might be a way to make my page more diverse and to put some more of my work out there.

That said, this is experimental. I come from a fiction background, so poetry is not necessarily my forte, and I have no idea what the standards are like here--or anywhere else, for that matter. Any comments and criticisms would help! I'd really love to improve myself.

Thank you all for your time.



They’re everywhere.

They’re nesting,

festering,

making themselves at home.

They’re eating me alive

from the inside,

but those horrible, pounding voices

are just my own.

The shadows on the walls watch me,

and they never leave me alone.

They take what’s mine;

I try to breathe,

but they only drag me down

while my brain contains my pleas.

Petrified

to close my eyes,

because I’m not a normal

broken soul.

I smile

but I don’t.

My body aches,

my tears swell,

my anger breaks,

and my heart is still stone cold.

I’m just a host

to a parasite I can’t tame,

and to them it’s just a joke

Whoever loses the game

is broken and maimed

leaving only a ghost

and I lost

a long

time

ago…

They’re everywhere.

They’re nesting,

festering,

and I am now their home.

But I really, really don’t want to be around

when those

damn

monsters

take control. 