For Now...

A poem about a survivor

They come like a demon in the shadows

They want to devour me at every turn

Drown me in every puddle

Smash me into every crack

These parasites sent to kill me

Though I only show them love

They bite, stomp, kick,

No explanation, no apology

And when the lord tells them to stop

They drift like birds

No pity, no reparation

My brain bleeds with anxiety

The next attack may be later or never

The maker is forever incognito

I am powerless to confront or fight him

In fear of him & his peers

I stay in the corner holding on to sanity

For now

Until we learn to win battles and the war

© Eden Dawson, 2022

Author's Note

feedback appreciated

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Another solid piece of writing.

Winston