by M. Bustamante-Navarro

Created on: January 26, 2009

My Inner Struggle

When the moon was gleaming,

on the horizon

I was struggling with my inner self.

Not allowing me to embrace

the beauty, of night fall.

The demons within me would not

give me peace.

They pulled and tugged, on my lonely

soul.

Their faces I could not bare, for they

were everywhere.

Devouring my happiness, swallowing my innocence,

and destroying my being.

What was happening to me?

As darkness filled my mind the inner child

in me bleed tears.

With no where to hide, my demons conquered

all of my inner thoughts.

Embracing every tortured thought, echoing

of self mutilated pain.

Destroying all that had meaning.....

once more darkness prevailed.

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