Demons

A poem I wrote about Dostoevesky's "Demons"

Demons hide the face,

Of the Other from view.

Be it by irony or politics,

A mask is drawn across,

And hides the connection between folks.

 

Demons hide the truth,

Of people from themselves.

The power of emotion is unrecognized,

And to say “a demon!” is far,

Far easier than to admit,

That we are all possessed by ideas.        

 

Demons conceal our fears,

By replacing them with superstition,

And answers.

With answers one need not ask further questions,

And thus,

 

Demons provide a strength.

Through disconnect, dishonesty, and safety,

Demons help us live our lives.

“I do not wish you happiness,

It would bore you”

Yet I do not wish you demons,

For in all their strength,

They may tear everything apart.

 

Demons is literature,

It is emotion,

It is plot,

Demons is life.
Chaotic and controlled.