User blog:Snowstripe the Fierce/Poem.

A thought is an indulgence: A relieving moment for the soul. A time when our mind reminds us we’re fine, And our darkness is revealed as a whole.

I suppose my soul began to wander When the Feelings of youth first began. The Voices of my mind said, “Deeper!” And so deeper and still I began.

The Old Man shook his head and warned me, Saying, “Boy, don’t go off or run away!” Yet I ignored his plight, slinking off into Night. I’m in a way lost still to this day.

The Voices now began to humor me, Letting me rest on Abjection’s bitter mirth, They claimed I was “better”, yet bound in a fetter, They watched me raise the Beast I had birthed.

At first I’d thought to hide It. The Voices quite soundly agreed. “No one ever wants to see That,” they’d warn me, “Secrecy is our only need.”

 So, in the shadows, my Monster grew. It fed on my anxiety every day. Yet the Old Man could see it, ever so be it; I shook my fists at him in dismay.

“Run,” the Voices would tell me, “He’s not so fast, this you’ll see.” And so I running I’d go, the Voices in tow, Off to Some Place I’d Rather Be.

“Free yourself, my lad,” said the Voices, “Stronger without him are we.” And so out the door went logic and more, And off to the Darkness we’d be.

The Old Man came back and told me, That I didn’t have to fight this alone. He took a lamp to the Beast, Who was horrid and ceased, To torture the body to which it was sewn.

~ An accurate Representation of my life as a mortal