Demons

We all have our skeletons we keep buried deep in the closet. Demons we are able to battle and suppress on a daily. Sometimes they overpower us and we feel so far from freedom from them.

I see them: big, small, ugly, short and tall.

Bellowing voices with wings, deceiving like a sprite as little, tiny things.

Some are quiet, looming and lurking. Others are loud, screaming and squirming.

It's all in the eyes, you cannot look away. Even when they're gone, you can still feel their gaze.

The sleepless nights, the silent cries. Under the covers, tears in my eyes, asking, "Why?".

"Why" do they torture me so? "Why" is no one here and I'm left alone? "Why" hasn't anyone come to rescue me?

These demons, my demons, hold me captive. I see no liberty.

Reviews

[Isabella Dewynter]

I love your use of half rhymes. I also enjoyed the rhythm. It's a extremely relatable poem. And it seems you have found the perfect balance of emotion and technique.

[Traci]

We all have our demons and you have written a piece that describes what many feel. Well done!

[TBlossom]

Thank you! I truly appreciate the feedback.

[Brittany Defranco]

I love this poem, if I may suggest using stanzas so the poem flows the way you wish it to be read.

[TBlossom]

I see what you are saying.. Given how I opened up. Thank you.

[TBlossom]

Is this the way you were referring to? I went in and edited.

[Brittany Defranco]

Yes like that, I would do it differently but your way is well done too, maybe it's just the font size to me lol

[TBlossom]

lol well we solved the mystery. Thank you so much!!