The Evil Within Poem by devadyuti nag

The Evil Within



He thrives on my soul,
He strides down my spine,
He sees through my eyes, blinding my vision.
I sit back and watch as he eats up my time.
He twists and I writhe in pain.
I scream, I shout while he whispers in my mind.
The whisper is all that is heard.
He muffles my voice and sits on my throat,
Puts his blade sharp tongue into my ear.
The bloodshot eyes, the paleness, the daze,
The scars shriek out for help- an unheeded call.
My insides mutilated, I trespassed,
Slip into the oblivion that is agony.
While he eats my mind, pecks at my thoughts,
Licking my wounds and then striking again.
The moments of submission, moments of resolve
They are but one and the same.
One second- Just a second of respite am I granted.
These moments of quietude are the cruellest of all,
As I languidly wait- wait for him to hit me again.
And he does hit, with all the force.
And some force that is. I fly back in time
To the chaste times of solitude,
When I was still untouched by his cane.
He drags me back to himself,
Reminds me of his hold on me.
He thrashes, shouts out threats that chill my veins,
Lashes the thorned whip across my soul, fogs my senses,
Flogs my back, and beats my hope- hammers it to death.
I lean against his heaving existence,
I stoop to his undeniable demands.
Overpowered by him, I let him do the bidding,
Words of comfort he utters.
The next slash shall end it all,
He shall not tug, just a pull
That shall suck the warmth out of me,
I shall be like him, prancing in delight,
While I inflict pain- devouring, dancing.
His wretchedness, the crushing monstrosity i now envy.
Still, a thought flows by of the days that I loved and was loved
A memory, of a day well spent,
A fragmented vision of happiness, a forlorn moment of innocence,
An eloquent face and a sudden rush of protest.
I was jolted back to life; I pushed him back with renewed strength,
He clutched at my heart, clawed at me in anger.
And stabbed it until I bled,
I threw back my head and laughed, while he worked,
He wanted my soul, he wanted it DEAD.

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