Tuesday 25 June 2019

Demons



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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