There is this being sitting on my shoulder
Whispering words, giving hurtful urges
Its voice growing stronger as I go older
Getting harder to ignore the tempting surges
How long can I hold off its ongoing purges?
Implanted thought fills my head every time
Thoughts so dark that I am truly afraid
Always there, as intruding as an alarm chime
Telling me that dying is the reason I was made
Saying I should just let go, let my memories fade
Constantly clawing at my weakened mentality
Those nagging whispers keep getting louder
Pulling chunks from my once powerful vitality
Dangerous as a lit match to my mental gunpowder
Feeling trapped inside a shrinking foudre
The weight pressing down, too much to take
Knees breaking from the continued strain
There will come a day that I will finally break
In my own history, I will become just a stain
Just one more broken and worthless rice grain
But I have to find a way to take a stand
I must regain the figure of the man I was before
Because now I am like a worn out rubber band
I am at breaking point, I can't take much more
NO! I will beat this, I will pick myself up off the floor
This is my first step to a journey of healing
Exposing my demon of torment, calling him out
I will rise from this deadly game he is dealing
I will face him and conquer him, I have no doubt
I may end up bloodied but hear my victorious shout.
©Josh West