• Poetry

    The Descent

    Fear and Anxiety engulfs me
    While the voices takes me hostage 
    Prisoner I become to these devils
    Slowly I lose myself and everything around 
    As the thoughts spill over to my world
    Waking up now from this nightmare is not an option 
    I fell victim to these false prophets 
    I watched the innocence take on this hellish ride
    An onlooker I transformed to a shadow of myself 
    Hopeless and despair is now my state of being
    Wishing for someone to help me, before I completely go under

    — Submission by Nina Terrible