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Categories - Survivor Poems

I am lost in this darkness, I can’t see a light

Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.

 

I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain

Longing for a rainbow that comes after the rain.

 

My head, it’s pounding and my stomach aches from keeping it tight

I feel like I’ve been in a real bad fight.

 

But this fight is old, it was years ago

Yet here I am battling this continuous flow.

 

A flow of anger and of grief and pain

Will I ever be rid of this overwhelming shame?

 

I still hear a whisper from yesteryear

As though he was right here whispering into my ear.

 

My heart starts to pound and my body, it stiffens and trembles

That’s it, am gone, away back to them days, it’ll take a while for me now to reassemble.

 

In a bottomless pit, I take myself away,

I shut out the world, nobody is allowed in, that’s it, go away!

 

Negative thoughts overload my head

There’s no rest for the wicked, not even in bed.

 

I am lost in this darkness, I can’t see a light

Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.

 

I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain

Longing for that rainbow to come after the rain.

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