Poem Entitled Demons
I can no longer find the strength to smile.
My heart has grown so tired.
Put on a pair of shoes and try to walk this mile.
The demons haunt me at night
Late in the dark, disturbing my thoughts
Even though I have tried, I cannot find the light
They chase me more and more with each passing day, constantly increasing their speed
I cannot hide anymore for they find me everywhere.
Am I being punished for every wrong deed?
Someone once said that you cannot hide from your past.
Shamefully I never believed this to be true.
Those evils crept up on me oh so fast.
For a short time I enjoyed the freedom of a secret life.
I was anyone I wanted to be, no questions asked.
In the blink of an eye, I felt that sharp knife.
The lurking shadow dwellers reappeared.
Each one quickly took a turn stabbing me shiftly in the back.
These are the people that I feared.
Now my heart has sunk from my chest.
The weight is one in which I wish I never had to bear.
This may be the last time; they have taken just about all I have left.
Bouncing back is not so simple anymore.
Everything loses its elasticity someday.
I am just not as strong as before.
My demons will not free me.
Just maybe someday I will conquer them all.
Then, yes, then, I can be...
My heart has grown so tired.
Put on a pair of shoes and try to walk this mile.
The demons haunt me at night
Late in the dark, disturbing my thoughts
Even though I have tried, I cannot find the light
They chase me more and more with each passing day, constantly increasing their speed
I cannot hide anymore for they find me everywhere.
Am I being punished for every wrong deed?
Someone once said that you cannot hide from your past.
Shamefully I never believed this to be true.
Those evils crept up on me oh so fast.
For a short time I enjoyed the freedom of a secret life.
I was anyone I wanted to be, no questions asked.
In the blink of an eye, I felt that sharp knife.
The lurking shadow dwellers reappeared.
Each one quickly took a turn stabbing me shiftly in the back.
These are the people that I feared.
Now my heart has sunk from my chest.
The weight is one in which I wish I never had to bear.
This may be the last time; they have taken just about all I have left.
Bouncing back is not so simple anymore.
Everything loses its elasticity someday.
I am just not as strong as before.
My demons will not free me.
Just maybe someday I will conquer them all.
Then, yes, then, I can be...