Last night again I went to bed
with the demons; and saw
them devour my crumpled soul.
I watched them take turns to dole
out portions, and gleefully gnaw
At them, shred by shred.
As usual I suffered much pain.
Their eyes bored holes in my
emaciated consciousness, mercilessly,
as if each of them wanted expressly
to be the one to make me cry
out aloud in fright, in vain.
A shattered ego, a full moon night;
My will broke down, I lost the fight.
****
Their eyes bored holes in my
emaciated consciousness, mercilessly,
as if each of them wanted expressly
to be the one to make me cry
out aloud in fright, in vain.
My will broke down, I lost the fight.
****
{ Alone }
{ Where?... }
{ Evening }
{ The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases }
{ Your Fingers }
{ Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - II }
{ A Resolution }
{ Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ Stray Poems } { The Morning After } { There are no Goodbyes... } { The Essence }
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