Deep

• Hannah Hebditch
• Poetry
• 2012

My head is going blank
As the edges of my mind burn away
Burning away strength, turning fragile
But it won’t burn away the voices
They will always be there
Demons screaming at me, while tearing my thoughts into strips
And increasing my confusion
The ship holding my pleasure sank
It drowned to the depths tugging at my fate
Now floating, between the depths and the shallows are my days of juvenile
My youth feels old, isn’t life supposed to go slow?
These demons are taking more than their share
They stole the last puzzle piece, now nothing fits
It’s slowly killing me, this cruel illusion