Demons

they leave scars

  Demons

Once upon a time,

someone did me a very bad crime.

Did a crime that gave me a deep scar.

And whenever I was happy that scar was never far.

So I decided I needed to do something,

at that time something was far better than nothing.

I ignored all the pain, tried not to think of the scar that was there.

And most of all I forced myself not to stare.

Because when I would look at it, I’d always reminisce back at the time,

and it would happen again, that awful crime.

I did my best, and you could say I succeeded.

The scar was no longer there, I guess I did it.

The scar was gone, no more scar, no more  pain,

but these thoughts appeared and they were like thunder and rain.

They were forces combined

They didn’t leave a scar for you to find.

What they left was, is and always will be far worse

They were truly a curse.

They were such big part of my life that I needed to give them their throne,

 give them a name

Let them live up to their fame.

So I called them “demons”

Because they were worse than all of the worlds evils.

They were sent by the devil, his trusty workers

He was my and only my devil, and they followed his and only his orders.

This improvement was supposed to help me

It wasn’t supposed to break me.

But it did.

And I asked myself why, why, I’m just a kid?

I guess you could say they didn’t discriminate.

After them the only thing I could feel was hate.

With them there’s no too soon nor too late.

They are timeless, they are forever they don’t have an expiration date.

But still every day I find my strength to fight them with that same old hate.

The hate that they’ve made.  

Author's Note

I hope you like this. It's very personal, about something I just can't find the words to tell it to someone, I can do it just with metaphors.

Reviews

[keith]

this partnering of demons, scars, and purposeful embracement ... is so personal that few may be able to understand ... most others won't

very well written and powerful offering