My Demons Cannot Wait
We are making prototypes the devil said.
My demons cannot wait until you are dead.
I nearly rose up out of my slumbering bed.
My heart beating fast, my face all red.
I hope you will get my soul never, I said.
Looking for a reliable place to slip from my bed.
The Grim Reaper is an enemy now, all said.
What a nightmare! My face is still red.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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