Consuming me.
That’s no wonder
For I am not free.
The cause?
A demon.
A demon haunting
My past, my present.
He is causing
Within me a tempest.
Not letting go of this fear,
That causes me such pain,
I am shedding a tear,
Trapped in chains.
Chains from which I
Struggle, fighting the voice
That wonders why
I didn’t make the choice.
Cátia Ribeiro
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