On Demons
Waking up in a confusion where the only reality
Is that True Love exists;
Careful not to tread on the flowers in the garden
As the perfect bloom is picked;
Wishing the pain would stay gone and forgotten
When I know I can’t forget;
Demons always remain even when locked away
‘Tis freedom’s price we pay.
© 2014 CM Davidson
Copyright © C.M. Davidson-Pickett | Year Posted 2014
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