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Free Poetry Section



Release Me Fair/ Anxiety the killer of the Mind
by Jacqueline Amos   



Woman who lives within a prison. Which no one understands. 
Victim within self as victimize by the world. She pleads for 
escapes which the battle is within. As she prays for her 
sanity each and every day.
Oh Fear why do you linger in me like a cancer. 
Hidden within as those who only see the 
maze from the outside. But not within 
Oh how the struggles rips me apart 
Screaming for freedom as the walls close in. 

Death that creeps at my door. Fantasy which 
I truly believe. As the breath gets shorter 
And the trembling of my body. And the 
tears stream down my face. Let me be free. 

As I pray and ask God to relieve me of Satan's 
Revenge. The battle with the mind. Hoping and Pretending it is 
not happening again. 
Blocking my mind of the actions and thinking 
of an emotion to replace the fear. Praying it would 
go away. Who is this person that lives within?
Why is he torching me? He won't let go. 
Is this a demand. Which he is trying to take my soul 


Every day I live for the next hoping he wouldn't 
return. Oh God the pain that trembles in me 
Pretending it's not there. People will think I'm 
Crazy. Pills they give me for release. But the 
devil lingers. 

I only sleep for a short time he returns 
As the spirits resumes. I stay woke hoping that it will go 
away. Sleepless nights as the tears fall 
upon my face. 

Oh God somebody help me. I am in so much pain. The spirit 
within why does it want me 
dead. Father wash me of my sins 
As the devil creeps within me . Trying to claim my mind. Fear 
what is your purpose? The battle of the spirits that lives 
within. Why must you destroy a soul that loves the world and God.
 
Fear gives no answer it continues to destroy 
I rise that fear be no more. It never leaves 
It is an open door. When people view me they don't see the 
scars. Putting on strength when I'm dying inside. 10 years from 
time to time. Sitting on the coach explaining my fear. There 
is no end to this nightmare. Thank you God for repressing the 
thoughts of killing my self. Fear disappear there is no place 
for you hear. It goes away. It's smart it will sneak up on me 
again. It is a force that won't let go. Its like a drug killing 
me slowly through my mind. Freedom I cry no more fear. 

My mind is tired. And the battle is longer. No pills can beat 
this devil that lives within. This battle is forever . With 
the Grace of God he lets me breathe. Fear the Killer of all men.

Author Jacqueline Amos Respect to those who fight the battle 
of fear. It is a dangerous disease that eats the mind. A 
prison within.  (c 2001)

 

This Side of Me

April L. Pittman  

 

this tragic side of me
has seen what it is to lose true beauty
to turn around and walk away from it
crying all the while, crying out injustice
this sullen side of me
knows what it is to be raped of hope
to have it torn from your chest
by your very own dirtied fingers
this scared little girl in me
knows what it feels like to be comforted
to find inside of you that dark corner
that I've been looking for since centuries ago
this woman in me
will one day know the pain of heartbreak
when you pack up your sky and your rainbows
and just walk away from the hell of it all.

c 2001


 

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