Back with a Vengeance!A Poem by Gitana Deneff
The demons came back with a vengeance.
Attacking my brain, gripping it tightly,
Letting it ooze through gnarled fingers.
The pain, unbearable, blinding.
The arms of my chair
Started to disintegrate
As my fingers dug into them.
The longer I sat, the stronger they became.
Until it grew so agonizing,
I had to get up and go,
There are no scars left behind,
but the tear trails on my face.
© 2011 Gitana Deneff
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