• My Inner Demons

    My heart palpitates,
    Profusely pumping my blood,
    Curdling and boiling with the heat of a thousand suns.
    Twisting and gnawing, my rage grows,
    Writing down my pain is the only catharsis I know.
    I work hard all day,
    To be criticized at night,
    Denied my deserved praise,
    For which I fight with all my might.
    God’s tears on the pane are sharp like knives,
    And they each sting me like each stripe of a hive.
    The tornado erupts within me,
    The pain too much to bear,
    Soon it will consume me, I worry, nay, I fear.
    And then the darkness in my heart,
    Will be the only part,
    Left to remain,
    Once the rain does not come again.