At times I feel as a person tormented by the inner demons
of Hell. Yet I have no demons.
People say, "You have a gift, a blessing from God," then
why does it feel like a curse?
I feel so wretched and not myself, as if the 'curse'
could affect my innermost being.
Dreams of the past, present and future send themselves
through the whirlpool, which is my mind.
I feel like a specter doomed to roam between this
world and the next. Not being able to find peace and rest.
The mind plays clever tricks on a person, yet the
mind cannot be supported without help.
Now comes the end of this dark poem and the end of the
dark time, as light pours through my dark, grim mind.
of Hell. Yet I have no demons.
People say, "You have a gift, a blessing from God," then
why does it feel like a curse?
I feel so wretched and not myself, as if the 'curse'
could affect my innermost being.
Dreams of the past, present and future send themselves
through the whirlpool, which is my mind.
I feel like a specter doomed to roam between this
world and the next. Not being able to find peace and rest.
The mind plays clever tricks on a person, yet the
mind cannot be supported without help.
Now comes the end of this dark poem and the end of the
dark time, as light pours through my dark, grim mind.
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