Search
  • chaoticallysmallpoetry
    • Oct 7, 2019
    • 1 min read

demon

The demon within is wicked. They have corrupted my mind with thought of harm. Vile thought, I dare not speak of. They bait me with seductive words of fake happiness. The demon within is wicked. and They have corrupted my mind with thoughts of harm.

0 views

Recent Posts

See All

Chain

Overwhelming myself with goals to complete in a day, when in reality, I can barely bring myself to get out of bed. It pulls me with it's chains, wanting me to stay there forever. Never letting me go t

0Write a comment

Dreams

inspired by "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac music has a way of resurfacing through the years, connecting to different generations, showing people they are not alone. Bands that my dad loved as a teenager, I

2Write a comment

Chemical Reaction

breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w

2Write a comment

©2019 by Chaotically Small Poetry. Proudly created with Wix.com