My Mid-Night Monsters by Olatuja Oloyede

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I'm running out of steam.
I won't even lie.
I'm tired of keeping up.
But morals are failing,
Expectations are falling shorts.
This fragile heart is breaking bad;
My addiction is killing me.

The facade of perfection,
Masking my flaws,
Shrouded with lies,
Chroming rottenness in gold.
But every night,
A different kind of monster is born
In dark and secret corners.
My demons danced
With their trappings and death.

God, you know I tried staying afloat,
But the tides are hard,
The storm too fierce.
I'm drowning and drifting.
I tried finding my way back,
But all roads bring me back
To the lightless place.

I was a young roe,
Skipping the glades,
Delighted in the meadow.
But I'm withering on the hills;
I'm fading from the brooks.

I was the eagle,
Riding the wind,
Ruling my skies.
But these monsters have broken my wings,
And the earth is now my tormet.

Is help on the way?
Should I hold on to hope?
Will I be clean one day,
Or should I let go
And let the darkness in,
That the doom might run its free course,
At the mercy of my devils?