Your Own Plauge Poem by Jessie Jett

With monsters in your closet,
it's ripping at your skin.
Thinking, and thinking; that you will never win.
As you scream, and fight
long into the night;
A plauge may be a brew
wondering what to do.

A recovery of darkness.
Pealing off this disguise.
Soul bearing and deep,
prying past the eyes.

Realize, like a dream.
Is it as it seems?
Take it, or leave it.
Honest, black truth.

It's ripping and twisting.
Literally tearing you apart.
Apart the fear, aching and draining.
Depriving the heart,
With nothing remaining.

Is it as it seems?
Only up to you.
Taking the honest and the true.
Conqure it, counqure anything.
With nothing to lose.

Realize, a dream.
No, actuality.
Everyday is new.
Up until you move.

To overcome.
To see things through.
To leave your monsters
with the plauge a brew.
Leaving the rest up to you.