Young Writers Society

The demons won't leave until your wiped from the earths surface, they're goal is to destroy you while you destroy yourself, you lose sanity slowly, but you always fail to mend your broken heart because it'll only get broken multiple times, your mind breaks, you bend and break and can't be put back together, you never know what the demons will do because you are your own demon, but you ask yourself, "is this really the life i live until my last breath?"

This is neat Horisun! I love a good haiku series and these came together really smoothly. - I especially like the first and final ones.

Oooh. This is really interesting.

The first thing I would like to point out, and what is personally one of my favorite aspects of this poem is the font. It just adds an extra sense of darkness to the tone of the poem. As for the structure, I thought it flowed really nicely, I suppose, like a haiku probably should. Despite its clear beauty, it was also really, really eerie, as if you are portraying death as not a looming fear, but as a friend, or comfort from the confines of real life and I think it's encapsulated perfectly in this stanza;


"Ⱥ wħɨs̷ᵽɇɍ ɨn̷ ɇa̷ɍs̷
Sᵽøꝁɇn̷ ƀɏ đa̷m̷n̷ɇđ łɨᵽs̷ øf đɇa̷ŧħ,
s̷ħħħ...ɨŧ's̷ n̷øŧ ŧħɇ fɨɍs̷ŧ ŧɨm̷ɇ."

Maybe friend isn't the best way to describe this relationship- perhaps a toxic friendship or a romance is better. Nonetheless, I think it's perfectly crafted, in terms of utilizing means of personification.

This whole poem is a masterpiece, you should honestly be so proud of yourself.

Have a nice day/night!