Haunted - a short poem

The tormenting silence

Always wakes up 

The monsters in my head.

The psychic violence

Always brings up

The shadows underneath my bed.

Is it help, guidance,

Or an end that I seek?

No, just a kind soul,

To hold me when I am weak. 

For once again

The night fell,

With my haunted soul,

Awaken I dwell. 

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