Monday, March 02, 2015


I shout at you
and then I cry
guilt down my cheeks
the wet trail lies
like bones of paper
I crumble by
they call me evil
I now know why

voices down my throat
stay choked and locked
the goodness in me
is now being stalked

I am possessed
and vilely caressed
by demonic spells
that leave me wounded
and bleeding pale

blame me not
'cause I am ashamed
losing my control
sounds so lame
but love, this is true
I can't recall my name
letting go of senses
breaking the fences
the monster has me tamed

I scream an echo
and let out a whisper
in hollow recesses
where even light shudders
engulfed by the dark
I am its fodder
the peace now escapes
further, farther

This Poem is shared with Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Cacodemonomania.


  1. Some claim we create our own nemesis's. And expect us to fully recover...
    I think of that line from the old radio show...
    The Shadow radio program "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!"

    (I am usually at WP, but have B for ease of comments - regards, Jules)

  2. Aren't we all possessed? lovely read...enriching

  3. This has the most outstanding rhythm and flow! Powerful powerful writing Amrit you captured exactly the feelings I was thinking of when I wrote this prompt


  4. बहुत ही बेहतरीन रचना प्रस्‍तुत की है आपने। धन्‍यवाद।

  5. a bit scary to feel so out of control....
    and not feel like you have any control over it....
    def would be getting some help....

  6. Anger is always like that..
    Its intensity will be more if it is a dear one... Cz v believe that they wont leave us...
    Until they cant tolerate anymore