swamp

The mind is a dark swamp

Of self loathing, and perpetual fear

If the sun goes down, it may never rise again

That in the shadows, something is lurking

That monsters could be real

You don't want to believe

Purity can exist

An alien with neon sparkling

Open generosity, timid soul

Stinking pits

Are smothering kindness

Obsessive inadequacies

Will never be good enough

When your back is turned

The intangible might materialize

Demons under rocks

Will chase everything away

Yet it's never seen

How they're chased away anyway

Afraid to awaken

Shocked by ugliness

Afraid to stain

Such silky fur

Afraid of losing respect

Upon sight of goodness

Perceived weakness

In this dark world

Unfortunate confusion

Broken mess