Get Your Premium Membership

The Demon

There is a demon that haunts me. A demon I can't see. At times it won't let me breath. And it will never, never leave. It forces me to do things. I try to think by other means. It will never let me go. It survives from what I know. To scared to face this creature. For it shares a familiar feature. The demon controls me. This is what you all see. The demon is me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things