Demons

demons screaming in my head,

every time I lay down for bed.

They fight against my ambitions,

looking for permission,

for engulfing my soul.

These monsters have taken their toll,

alone in my room,

screaming for a savior,

I am caving.

The morning light starts to rise,

and to my surprise;

I am able to breathe.

They are gone, until darkness falls again.

Author's Note

ignore grammar/spelling errors.

Reviews

[Warren Daniel II]

Really enjoyed reading this piece, I liked how you kept it short yet your poem spoke volumes at the same time, the rhythm scheme made the poem a delight to read.

[I Am Svetlana]

We all have our demons in life, be it in reality or in our minds. There's always a voice demanding to be heard. A constant voice trying to break us. The mind is such a deadly thing...such beauty in your words!

[Justin]

This explains my wood perfectly right now. thank u.

[Noah E. Furtah III]

WOW! This sounds like something I would write; something I would feel. Grammar and spelling errors are nothing to worry about. The feeling and the story behind the piece is all that matters. Very well written.

[Limitality]

thank you so much i am glad you enjoyed !