Not Once

Not once did I stop to think

that one day I would be missing a link.

The music that once lulled my demons to sleep,

is keeping them up, feeding on me.

A voice in my head is screaming.

But I can't hear it over my heart singing.

There's no way out.

I'm to tired to shout. 

Once filled with love and life,

is now replaced with loath and strife.

I can't escape.

It's become my fate.

It's to late.

I'm full of hate.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I think everyone has dealt with these emotions at some time or another. I like how the poem rhymes its way through evenly and leaves the cause open ended so we can put our own experiences into the words. Great Ink!

Aaron