Tracing Steam

Demons don't come to me

on dark and stormy nights,

they don't haunt me in my dreams

or whisper in my ear.

They don't stare me down

from dimly lit street corners,

they don't call me names

out the corners of my eye.

They don't lurk inside my closet

or slink in the attic,

they don't howl with the wind

or relish in the thunder.

Demons don't come to me

on dark and stormy nights;

they quietly keep me company-

tracing figures in the steam

over my morning coffee.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

You yet to remain my favorite writer Anna.
-Norrin Radd

[poetgurl]

this is a really well written write, enjoyable read

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem dear friend. Thank you for sharing the words and thoughts.
Coyote

[SkinlessFrank]

Oui, ce sont des loups

I've seen them in the fog of my glasses as I leave the train

[Diane]

hmm that was a different read for me tonight but I liked it. Oddly calming if that makes since, or I could be kinda twisted. Who knows.