Demons Getting Out
When my heart is gripped by doubt
It's hard to stop the demons from getting out
Outside the sky cracks with thunder
But into the mirror I peer and wonder
If I am truly a good man at all
Considering time after time I fall
I'm self-conscious of my weight
Leading to a damning fate
I self-isolate out of fear
That the people I keep near
Will break my heart and flee
From this broken version of me
Everyone I've loved left me a broken mess
And I'm lonely if I may confess
But life is a masquerade ball
So I wear my mask and smile like a doll
My life is rife with strife
But I'm too afraid to face the knife
So I shred my relationships to shreds
In my head wishing I was dead
But even though I covet death
I continue to take breath after breath
But it's the demons talking
It's my happiness they're stalking
Behind my back people laugh
Because my every action is a gaffe
How could one be so very daft
It's because all I get is the shaft
And if I die
Nobody would cry
The demons would dance
The demons would prance
In the end they just might win
Culminating in a cardinal sin
But I have no religious belief
Hoping only to find relief
And ever louder the demons speak
Making me feel meek and week
That is when my heart is gripped by doubt
And it's hard to stop the demons from getting out
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2023
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