Internal disurbance
Sleeping with the enemy.
The silence is loud
it’s echoes flood me with pain.
The darkness profound
seems to call out my name.
An internal disturbance,
why do I welcome this doubt?
An intruders assurance
Deciding my route.
Detached from reality,
I fumble existence.
So far from normality,
My thoughts are relentless.
What gave birth to this damage?
I’m plagued by this question.
Will I rise from the wreckage
Or succumb to depression?
I fall asleep with the enemy,
and it taunts me with fear.
All this darker intensity
lies between my own ears.
I starve it with pleasure,
But it always returns.
An exhausting endeavor,
That mutes your concerns.
I crave a beginning,
an impulsive decision.
I’m awfully convincing,
with a drastic transition.
My facades have been plenty,
I evolve and adapt.
But I stand with transparency,
exposed and abstract.
