an axe to grind

It’s late at night
And the voices are returning to your head
You tried to cease them, with all your might
In the hopes that they would never bother you again in bed.

They are the ghosts of your own making —
the products of your reshaping
But it’s time to rest
Don’t let them put you in test.

You’re alone at night
And the guns start firing away
Like the rest, like the rest, you wish to survive this day
Everything is red now, within your sight.

They fell down in heaps
And theirs is yours to keep
It’s time to rest
But you are now in test.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. annamechelle88 says:

    Very poignant and engaging! I really enjoyed reading. I also like the repetition of certain phrases in the poem, it seems to bring out the power of the phrases and cause the reader to question their meaning more fully. To me, this is very much a PTSD perspective. Though the mention of guns implies war, I can definitely see a metaphorical side to it. Thank you for sharing!

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    1. Angel says:

      I’m glad that you liked it Anna! It’s true that this is a PTSD perspective although it doesn’t come from a personal experience. Thank you for taking time to read. πŸ™‚

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    1. Angel says:

      omg haha. Thank you po, for the nomination and for appreciating my blog. ❀


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