Dark Demons
Dark demons sent to taunt me
within my mind, they often play
In my ear, they quietly whisper
On my woes, they love to pray.
Pitiful pleas for mercy
Are sadly made in vain
to their whispers I’m addicted
From feeling joy, I now abstain.
Guided to where I’m destined
exhausted, mentally drained
despondent I willingly follow
as whispered words are feigned.
Oblivious I’m lead from reality
convinced there’d be no pain
taken further into darkness
Where my tortured soul lies slain!
Copyright © Linda Bolt | Year Posted 2021
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