My Demons: Awakened

My demons: are awakened; 
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.

These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But it's just my demons wanting to play.

I find myself in grips by my demons;
As if they had chains on me
Thunderous yelling at myself
In the mirror that sat on the shelf.

Gaps in time unaccounted for;
Missing what had just taken place
I know I have some memory problems, face it
But, this is more like it's Alzheimer's disease.

There are these days I forget my name;
And there isn't anything to blame
Sometimes forgetting where I am
Or are these my demons trying to shame me again.
 
Writing of this makes me uneasy;
I keep telling myself or is this reasons
I ought to choke you to make them stop;
Sometimes, I think my head is going to pop.
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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 2:53 PM
Hello William Danell Sr. I think it is awful for you to go through this situation. Gid bless. Darlene
De Beaulieu Avatar
April 27, 2022 at 12:32 PM
Hello William , Let me know when you find out. Thank you Best Wishes to you. .God Bless you. Darlene.
Darnell Sr Avatar
April 27, 2022 at 6:15 AM
Hello, Darlene! It scares me, but, I cannot put this off any longer, I need to know. But, I do thank you for your concern, and your visit, and, God Bless you, my friend. Best of Wishes, William
Kyser Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 9:42 AM
this is frightening, but good. there are times I can't remember the simplest things... Write, William, write!
Darnell Sr Avatar
April 27, 2022 at 5:59 AM
Hi, Jeff! Thank you so very much, for this comment, and your visits are always welcomed here. There is much time in those simplest things, like tying my shoes, I forget, poof, gone, and that hurts, my name, smh. I have a few tests scheduled to see what going on because this does frighten me. Best of Wishes, William
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