The Battle
I battle the demons every day
I try real hard to keep them at bay
I distract myself and make a cake
Vacuum the house, a smile I fake
Not really sure what more I can do
than ride the darkness all the way through
It’s not one thing, but a combination
my soul is tired, there’s no elation
The demons claw and cause such doubt
my happy heart went walk-about
My insides churn and hopeless I feel
I sense the shadows, the battle is real
with a deep breath, I draw in some light
the beasts haven’t won, but someday they might.
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