The Demons
I sit and fight my mind,
Tapping my fingers, closing my eyes,
as I try to resist
These monsters, these demons...
this sense of losing.
The monsters from below,
deep in my heart and my soul.
“ You're not going to be anybody.”
I hear them say.
Get out of my head. Just stay away!
I need to win, they can't control my life.
“ when we're here, you'll always be fighting for life.”
I look at my heart, weak and dying:
Give me hope, those voices must be lying.
But all they do is fight harder.
Happiness, I will not feel.
“Please, God, make these demons not so real.”
Then, they look me dead in the eye
“What's wrong? Believe us, we don't lie.”
I will always be filled with sadness
as my demons laugh at me, with smiles of gladness.
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