Day 18 – My Grim Reaper

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.

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández,Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

 

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