The demons lurking within.

I'm writing this poem

by the light on my phone

I hope this light

will last the night

'cause the dark scares me

that's where they roam free

they roam free

deep down inside me

in the shadows they dwell

these demons from Hell

they screech and scream their plea

each causing such misery

they seize my brain

they make me insane

they call me names

and play endless mind games

it is towards them I have revulsion

I wish they would all relinquish

get out

GET THE F**K OUT

no one wants you here

stop that whispering in my ear

my vision is beginning to sway

I can't go to bed, I must stay...

Reviews

[sammyj]

very good i like this

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Mimi,

I don't like the profanity, but I hear you. Everything else is screaming with misery.

Clean this up. You are so close to a remarkable poem. You need to learn where to stop with your emotions. We get you. Profanity is not needed. We feel you. The shock of language is not needed. Be skillful instead. Don't be rude. Don't be crude. You are too skillful for that. Once cleaned up, this will be a remarkable poem. I'm giving you hight marks already in anticupation that you will fix this.

My very best regards, and I feel your pain,

Rick