My Oubliette
My companion is confusion
There are demons to be fought.
They reside inside my mind,
Messing with my thoughts.
I try not to listen
But they whisper in my ear,
They tell me awful, awful things
While laughing at my fear.
I was given medication,
Saying it would help, but yet
My mind is still imprisoned
In this mental oubliette.
Entry for
The I Of The Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen Mcgreavy.
23/11/18. Placed=1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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