My Dark Place

I can’t control it

Neither can I quit

Call it a cry for help

Well maybe it just is

Surrounded by fear

That’s eating me up in more ways than one

Help may be too far out of reach

Or probably already gone

All I see is darkness, that’s buried in my soul

Arms that have withered, a heart that is cold

Eyes that see through lies

A monster in disguise

I can’t explain how it happened

But I’m not this good person

At least not any more

I become this creature behind a closed door

One that’s been banished

But wants karma in the game

One who wants closure

But won’t try to have it unless there’s pain

-          By Racheal Balkissoon