My Demons

My Demons

A Poem by Gullia King

Why can't I let my demons go?
I'm forever married to the darkness.
I keep screaming into my pillow,
hoping that I'll disappear into thin air.
I light another cigarette,
hoping the smoke will choke me, 
knowing that with every new cigarette, 
I'll be closer to the darkness.
Closer to you.
We all might have something that keeps us wide awake at night, 
keeps our thoughts running wild.
Words are like knives on my skin, slowly cutting me up.
I realize, not every story has a happy ending. 
I can feel him waiting for me.
His eyes are on me.
Sucking me into his embrace.
I can feel him in my bloodstream.
I can't breathe.
He's here,
he's come out to play. 



© 2017 Gullia King



Author's Note

Gullia King
Something different. A work in progress.

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Scary poem, I share the same sentiment whenever I smoke a cigarette, It is like sending a text message to my departed friends that I am on my way.
The art work with this poem fits perfectly.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

I feel the same way. Thank you, Ashan :)
I love it...I tater tot smoked for twenty some odd years and you described the filthy habit of smoking so well...as in poetry all work is in progress...and that makes it a beautiful thing. Well done.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

Thank you, Tots! :)
T0TS

7 Months Ago

You're very welcome, Gullia. :)
this scared me omg. Really good tho, i really like the photo you attached too.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Cecelia!
A little outside of the box. It worked well. Terrifying! Your writing gets better each time around. : )

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

I'm so happy you like it! :) Outside the box, yes. I really wanted to try to write about something d.. read more
Although I do believe we may do the right things and still suffer, we have a choice where to take that suffering to. I will not allow myself to cross a line into particular places (which in turn only cause more suffering). This poem describes the point were the sufferer hands over their control, a dangerous place. And although the place is real, I tend to stop short of it and write hope, so that others know there is another way. Thank you for the read request :) I.I.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Isabella Ivy

7 Months Ago

I wholy understand your words. My life has included torment the long way through, without exaggerati.. read more
Gullia King

7 Months Ago

In enjoy them as well :) Blessings to you too, dear! :)
Isabella Ivy

7 Months Ago

:):):):):):)
The real question is: Will you be controlled or take control? Suffering is a choice.
Powerful...loved it.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

You're right.. Thank you so much :)
The useage of words in this piece are really well thought out. I like the how you used smoking a cigarette to try and escape the addiction but also showed at the same time how the addiction has controls the person..

Words are like knives on my skin - WOW what an impacting line that was.
The picture which you used, symbolised everything about this addictive piece.

Bleak...yes.
Good read....yes.

But well worth my time to read a gem of a piece.
Mark.



Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

Thank you for the amazing review! :)
matrixmark

7 Months Ago

Great piece to have read.
So i thank you for bringing it to my attention.

Mark.. read more
We all have our own demon. It's either we fight against it or embrace it. Depression, addiction and anxiety.. It's all present. Very nice.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

So true. Thank you for reading
A very intensity is conveyed here. When you mention work in progress what to is you refer? I we reading the raw version and is there more rewrite in store? I have a very curious nature, lol.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

It's a work in progress because I'm thinking about making it a bit longer. And this is my first time.. read more
Michael G. Smith

7 Months Ago

So I'm anticipating My Demons Again the sequel. Because you know they never go away. The best we can.. read more
It's true re happy endings. I like 'words are like knives on my skin' and the sense of foreboding, mixed with what feels like a willingness to get on with things.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gullia King

7 Months Ago

Thank you, RJ! :)

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