Owl Poetry & Prose
Demons Today
Apr 25, 2021
Today the demons
They are at bay
On many nights they oft come out to play
Plaguing one’s thoughts, toying with pain
Driving in staves that words cannot say
A song sung here, a solo played there
A tingling of memories, a rushing of grief
Bone crushing, gut wrenching, heart pounding, soul stinging
And then nothing
The night winds whistle, the papers in the bin rustle
Yet there’s light pouring in from the street
Cars tail lights sweeping as they creep
Nights are tough when one is left to one’s devices
When thoughts are worse than one’s vices
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