The Enemy Within

I fight myself on a daily basis
It's not that I hate myself, per se;
it’s that I still see all the faces
of all those who went before
who put me on “ignore”
or far, far worse

I am my own worst enemy at times
still listening to invisible demons
If you read between my lines
you’ll see I don’t always vote for freedom
It’s too easy to be overcome
to just succumb
to those dark, sweet whispers

So the battle rages on inside of me
mostly in waking, sometimes more in sleeping
I am unable to set myself free –
maybe temporarily –
until I once more end up weeping
no kind thoughts for safe keeping
just darkness and pain
again and again.

© 30/07/2015.

You Don't Know Me

I am many things
fleeting colours, sounds
sometimes remembered –
I get around
But you don’t know me

My outward face
the never-shifting mask
rarely seen beyond
and few who ask
But you don’t see me

I am darkness
I am pain
but beauty
for those who remain
But not
you

In blindness
you stumble away
I set you free
You will never
know
me.

© 17/07/2015.