Fight With Myself Poem by Sven Rhoads

Fight With Myself

Fell into the blind spot where there is no life
Darkness has completely shrouded my heart
Felt the cold caress of the razor knife
And all I feel inside is to tear myself apart
How they try to say they understand
Then why is it that I find no helping hand
They cant see the warzone that's within
Does it even matter if I lose or win

I take a breath each day and I still dont feel alive
Why does it feel so long ago my whole life just died
So I fight with myself because there's no one around to blame
By myself or with my shadow this life is all the same

Pulled my wings out and felt the streaming red
I dont fit in this world that I have so been placed
Keep seeing numbers tripled and demons in my head
Angels and devils sit on my shoulders but with either I have no place
How they all want to heal my heart
But they cannot feel the beating depart
They cant understand the dead mans plight
When all you have is yourself and its always a fight

Cant take another day
I need the change I am craving
It just wont go away
So my being is not worth saving

How many more wounds must I take
How many more lines must I make
How much longer must I still wait
Before your words lose all their meaning

Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: numbers,wounds
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