Saturday, July 2, 2011


You can't run
And you can't hide
From everything
You feel inside.

You drown yourself
in Isolation
And trap yourself
in Desolation.

But there's something there
In the corner, it grows.
It's watching you.
It always knows.

In the darkest
Darkness of your soul
It roots itself;
It digs a hole.

It suffocates you
With its cold hands
It manipulates you
And makes demands.

It muffles you if
You try to scream.
And bites you to prove
It's not a dream.

You're lost, you
Don't know what to do.
You cannot kill it,
Because it's you.


  1. This is wonderful - beautiful insight, Kristin

  2. Very thought provoking! Great poem.