I,
Told myself I wouldn't have to face
What's not real but they come forth to life
In every story I try to tell
As I fall deeper in
The kind of fairytale
I wouldn't read alone at night
My vision fades like some
kind of faded lines
They say I wrote,
some kind of twisted lies
I try my best to explain
But all my efforts die at sight
Like some kind of horror at bay
I run with all my might
Just to figure out that
In the end, the one I'm running from
Are the monsters I can't ever evade
The demons of my mind
A creation of my thoughts.
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Hello everyone, I hope you liked this poem like writing. I like to tell stories that goes beyond the normal and explore many other elements just like this and I hope you would give "My Peaceful And Ordinary Life" a read, as it is another work in progress by me. Thank you.
