Voices invade my mind Or what I thought was mine Your personality The substance that made me
The way that I am These thoughts that I have Consume me in earth My dreams, in the dark
Did you do this? Strip me of bliss?
Driven insane For hurt, for pain Itβs too late Itβs my fate
In a pit, They exist Oh, no Blood flowed Heart faced No place
Drip. Pour. Breath. Stops.
Peace.
Essentially, the concept of this poem is someone who has been indoctrinated by the media and lacks self-identity. Throughout the poem, it is structured (all syllables are the same in each line, apart from when there is a new stanza as the amount of syllables decreases; this is to show depleting sanity). In the penultimate stanza, the rhyming is abolished to show their freedom - death. Finally, they are at peace because of their permanent escape from reality.
*I am a young writer, and this is my first post, so apologies if this is poor work π*