by Petra Sando

Created on: February 15, 2009

Desperation

Desperation weighs down my soul with dark wings of dread,
my head, my arms, my hands seem as though saturated with lead;
pulling me down under waves of insult,
plunging me into the black ocean of despair.

I struggle through the mud of time that is gripping my limbs
and making every breath a torture,
in my silent attempt to escape.
Tears tighten my throat,
as if strangled by the sweat-soaked bed sheets of an unbearable nightmare.
I try to pull myself up the ladder,
claws of evil yanking me back,
cruel legs kicking me back down.
My heart is bleeding of love,
but their blood is tainted with demonic poison.

I am almost overcome by exhaustion,
my desire for sleep is taking over,
my need for rest is overwhelming.
My tired eyes have seen too much these last decades.
It seems like eons have passed since I was - well - I.
I am only a shadow of my old self,
the voices of many depleting my life force
and the will to go on.
They whisper and they shout;
they scream at me with undivided attention and relentless anger,
releasing a bare primal evil force,
targeting my greatest weaknesses, preying on my tears,
trying to cut down every attempt at life,
shutting me down
until nothing is left.

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