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This poem is one of my most personal ones. It is all about self-love/appreciation.

By Steven BPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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It all began at the age of 12

To a descent of madness, his life would delve

Into a loathing panic of hate and fear

To shun and lose all he holds dear

Taunted and scared of those around

Not of people, but the voice of no sound

The recurrence of anguish, oh, so loud

The gears of destruction commence to be wound

With a drip of relief, an abysmal sigh

Buried in your hands, you begin to cry

Begin to stutter and then to scream

At the persistent wake of reality’s dream

Tap, tap, tap. You hear its call

Still some strength, you refuse to fall

Deafening roars! A moment of doom

And then it stops, or so you assume

And so you assumed and then you hoped

And then you stumbled and then you choked

And then you smiled, you think you know

But this cancerous demon, it will only grow

It will only grow to consume your life

Consume your soul and fill you with strife

Strife and anger, lonely nights

Will all be here when the demon bites

Slowing down, your mind is done

There is nowhere left for you to run

It is catching up, it’s almost here

Time to leave forever or face your fear…

…HELP! It’s here and I cannot hide

It feasts upon these scars inside

It hates to love and it loves to hate

A numbness now, I can’t sedate

I can’t sedate and I can’t control

Falling now, into the deepest of holes

I’m falling deeper, time stands still

This cancerous demon was hired to kill

As I fall, I begin to see

That everything is not what I perceived to be

I realise that there are things I cannot control

But, yet, I am trapped inside this hole

In this hole, normalities do not apply

No joy, there is only sorrow in my eyes

Misery, disgust, and pain is all I know

Deeper and deeper, this hole will go

At this point I see, I cannot disguise

My feelings are lost, I begin to cry

Begin to stutter and then to scream

As I fall asleep to reality’s dream

As I wake, a dream it was

The demon is gone and I’ve found my cause

It will take some time but I can now stand tall

Never again, in that hole, will I fall…

…Slowly but surely, he lost the pain

Four more years and he was "normal" again

No more madness, hate or fear

Back to loving himself and those he holds dear.

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About the Creator

Steven B

I'm an 18 year old from the beautifully macabre island of Great Britain. I have somewhat of a fascination with art, music and poetry and would LOVE to share it with all you talented people!

Enjoy :)

~ My art is on Instagram @stevenb261 ~

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