The Barren Wastelands Of A Darkened Mind -------------------------------------------
I wander through the barren wastelands of my mind wondering why no thought could survive for long here. All I think about is the darkness and pain that accompany the freezing rain, rivers of stagnant blood flow all around me. The demons within reek havoc on my mind I have no sense of time at all. Everything is dark yet burning the flames so bright and the shadow so dark I have no sense of sight. I’m trapped in this world I’ve made no one can find me here no one can save me from the torment I have created for myself even though I never thought I would go this far or fall so far from the edge of sanity and reality. I’m to far gone now for anyone to help my bleeding mind; it is in ruin the only thing left for me is to die from the aneurysm that slowly but surely is creeping upon me the stress of madness is too much for any man to bear before he losses himself to the darkness for good. And then no one can save him from himself they can try for the rest of time but when the darkness creeps in all is lost all is gone just before dawn.
There are many times where i feel much the same way inside i fear, although it certainly isn't the kind of feeling one would share with family, friends, significant others, etc. oh no- it's the sort of thing you only feel and share with yourself and yourself alone. It's the you that only comes out late at night when you're all alone by yourself. At least that's what this piece harkens me to, anyways. Certainly relatable. Well done.
-Q
Submission Name: The Barren Wastelands Of A Darkened Mind
