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