[Where are my Demons? They’re awfully quiet]
-Russ
Where are my Demons? They’re awfully quiet;
Without a speck nor word—Making me antsy, I see—
It seems they switched sides
Or dead—should I be concerned
Or delighted—when all within sight
Are the four corners of my life.
The silence sure is endearing,
Dreariness: gone;
Inner peace has been restored,
My soul can now sleep.
But Alas! Here they come—Haven’t I killed them?
The looming shadows within,
Walls creeping in,
I fear not my gentle Demons,
For they were only sleeping.
And so they laugh—I’m not—
Now it’s a feast fit for Kings within a squatter’s castle.
Where were my Demons? Where they not asleep?
A little slumber was all they needed.
i am the angel you need
First of all, they're your demons, why aren't you looking after them and allowing them to wander outside your perimeter? .....
Nice read skweeeshe ..
p.s. please put name tags on your demons with return address and phone #
Wow, I'm super impressed, did not know you were a poet. Were you drunk when you wrote this? this melted my heart. * claps *
Very good. Explains a lot honestly, once you're happy they always come back.
"Were you drunk when you wrote this?"... SCREAMING! But seriously, nice writing! It's hard to write about feelings because normally words can't explain th pain we go through. But yeah, good job.
Poetry done incredibly well :) no doubt a good read!