Day 18 – Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.
The feeling came over me once again dark, menacing, treating.
Coming in from behind when I least expect it.
Creeping like a dark shadow wouldn’t leave me alone.
Dragging me through the dirt taking me to my own tomb.
Tried to get back up and always kicked me down.
Live life with a constant frown.
Don’t know where to go now.
Feel people watching me like hawks, someone new trying to make me balk.
Finding anything they might gain.
Playing me like a simple game.
They want to use me; here they come.
I better start to run.
Run for my life while I still have a chance.
Tangle me in a never-ending dance.
They fight to make me a slave of their own filthy desire.
Can’t burn the mistakes with the purest fire.
If I count, I won’t survive.
Cause none of them will let me thrive.
I’ll fight for my life so I won’t feel used.
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