Mental...ill's

By SolApathy

Wicked weaving of the words in this rhyme
Fixating you for this short time
Can’t escape the grasp of my dark words upon your lips
Reading them like some asylum horror script
Delving deeper though you know you don’t want to see
The darkness consuming you as it already became me
I draw you in deeper
You’ll never leave
One more verse
You feel yourself becoming my curse
Trapped as your legs --they won’t move
Wondering how in your mind I wander and find your secrets within
Whispers you hear in the darkness
Your hidden sins
A casual haunting laugh echoes from within your soul
Now you know
I am the illness that won’t let you
…Go

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Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The illness took me way...Locking me in this dark place

Comments on "Mental...ill's"

A former member wrote: Nice depiction of wanting to look away but not being able to. Call it morbid curiosity or whatever else you may want to, humans always watch others suffer and sometimes never do anything about it. It takes a rare person who will weather such storms for someone who they love. Amazingly beautiful, dearest. Queen Reb;).
On Tuesday, February 28, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

Being possessed by a malady that unfolds as a personification until the all doubt is dispelled at the conclusion. The uncertainty of the 1st and 3rd persons as protagonists. Cheers SA! - Dan