Demons
I picture the chaos
inside myself,
That could overwhelm and
cause me to fall;
And all I have; even
physical health,
Feels superficial; a
breakable wall.
A man, by a demon, is led
to drink;
He fails his friends, his
children and his wife;
Helplessly, he watches everything
sink;
As if it were somebody
else’s life.
What led him then; to
this thing he can’t see;
This force unrelenting;
this inner voice?
Why is he driven to
insanity;
A helpless passenger bereft
of choice?
Why or whatever, he can’t
now recall;
He’s drunk himself blind,
in spite of it all.
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