Me, my own enemy By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I've been afraid of the dark for quite a while now.
But, it wasn't really the dark I was afraid of.
It was the thoughts that came with the serenity of the blackness.
In an empty world, where nothing can be seen, my mind started to create it's own images. Started to create other things into existence.
And to me, all of these things were real.
The ghost in my closet, the demons trying to lure me into damnation.
And still to this day, my soul battles these monsters that I created.
So the dark was never the enemy.
I was.
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