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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Experience · #1604058
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migraine



Once upon a time...in the far regions of my mind, lived a creature, dark and cold; it lived deep in the heart of my very soul.



It would emerge in times of trouble, an evil so terrifying lived within me. Is that very hard for you to believe?



Well, let me tell you, I'm not the only one with this evil you see, for there are many more just like me.



This creature of which I am speaking, lives in the swampy, muddy, distorted part of my mind. He lurks in the shadows; waiting for the right time.



When the temperature rises and the swamp starts to boil and bubble, that's when it starts trouble. It slithers from it's place, while on the outside it begins to show on my face.



I fight to hold it back, so it lets off a little slack. It comes back! More powerful then before; bouncing off the walls in my brain. My head...It pulsates in pain! This creature is driving me insane!



I can't hold it back anymore, I get up and head for the door. Outside I start to cool.

The creature whispers, "Your a fool."



"You can't escape my antics."



I start to shake-becoming frantic. I look around half crazed, I begin to run, my eyes are glazed.



The creature cackles and says, "Son, what-cha running from. You can't run from me, I'm a part of YOU, don't-cha see?"



"I'm a part of everyones soul. Oh yes, I'm very, very, old. I'm the one who bends your will. I'm the one who makes you ill.



I keep the druggies on the pills, the Alkies on the booze. Without a strong will, I assure you, they-will-all-lose!



I'm the one who whispers in your ear, 'Have another beer, it won't hurt', then I laugh when your face hits the dirt.



I'm the one who says go ahead have an abortion. Who could it hurt, not meeee. I'm happy while you feel guilty.



I'm the one who cries 'PULL THE TRIGGER!' There's no hope that's how I figure. So go ahead: Pull the trigger.



So son, stop running, trust me...it's futile. You'll never, never win; I've wrenched stronger men!"



I stopped in my tracks and thought, He's right; but I'd be damned if I gave up without a fight!



I concentrated searching my soul. Trying to find the light knight; who would slay the creature and regain my control.



I heard the creatures laugh echo through my head, he said. "Don't-cha know chivalry is dead? Don't be sad, he's simply not there my lad.



Some how I knew that was not true, there had been times when that knight came shining through.



That time I was down on my luck, hurting for a buck. I wanted to cheat and lie, step on those who got in my way, But that light knight had saved the day.



There were times when I could have succombed to the creatures demands; when my life hung on a silvery strand. I could have crouched in the dark and let him take command. But the Knight would come through and turn those thoughts into grains of sand.



I could have taken my life several times. I could have let despair redeem me of my crimes. But with the knight there came a light.



Realization would filter through. That happiness was my due. That love is life, and it conquers all the filth and corruption; that is so determined to steal our faith and our youth. All of a sudden I knew, That was the Truth.



I heaved a sigh, and the pain went away. I closed my eyes and tears rained down my face.



A child cried.



I went to see.



The girl had fallen and skinned her knee. I picked her up and kissed her cheek, and she smiled, then said...



"Who said Chivalry is dead!"







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