Author: ayebabe PM
I wondered what it might be like to be in the place of those poor people in Desperation, so I wrote a poem that I thought would be from their point of view.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 234 - Published: 05-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5953468
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- I think I'm going insane.
This poision in my brain.
It feels like I'm suffocating.
Fear can be so breathtaking.
- It waits for me in the corner.
It meets me in my dreams.
I'm scared to look ahead.
It's an awful feeling of dread.
- Eating away at my conscience.
It never leaves me alone.
This fear is so dominant.
My suffering is it's home.
- I can't tell anyone.
I'm afraid they'll all just laugh.
When I speak out no one listens.
No, they'll never understand.
- So I keep this burden to myself.
There is no one who can help.
I doubt I'll ever break free,
of the pain you've caused me.
- I gave it my all,
stumbled and crawled.
Here at your feet,
I'm left in defeat.
- You've taken all I've got.
And you don't seem to care.
Even though you've never showed me mercy,
it's the only hope I have left to bear.
- I don't think I desreve this.
This nonsense drives me mad!
But I dare not confront it.
Not even when I can.
- I have little faith,
but maybe it's enough just to believe.
Will I make it through? I might.
I'll never know unless I try.
- And for the first time in a while,
I feel myself begin to smile.