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Inside my mind

As the darkness sores upon my cold beating heart,
And the sudden feel of fear tears me apart,
The thunderous roar that persistently crys out,
No one knows of my constant blackout,
The lightning that strikes my mind blinds my sight,
Seeing nothing but this endless twilight,
Wishing I didn't have to tolerate this emptiness anymore,
No energy to fight my self doubting war,
Defeated by demons that haunt my mind,
This torture to which I am confined.
They say it's an illness, but there is no cure,
My mind is a war zone but my heart remains pure.

 

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Gwendoline

I loved your use of nature in this. It really gave the reader amazing imagery of the suffering in this piece. 

The lightning that strikes my mind blinds my sight,
Seeing nothing but this endless twilight,

so visual and so sad too. Brilliant writing ✨👏

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Jill Tait

Awww so enjoyed Emma lovely penned my
poetic Cosmo friend ❤️💕❤️

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Marion

The angst bleeds from this Emma. I have such sympathy for anyone going through this. Great write...hugs 💕

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Being Me

Awww...you have described so poetically well the turmoil that can exist inside the mind. I want to give a heap of stars to this as it soooo deserves more than 5.  If you are struggling I really hope that writing your words out is a healing experience for you. Brilliant poem ⚘x

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