For Darkness Comes

We..at times wrestle with our own kind of demons..sometimes we win..sometime....

 I sit here ..in the darkness..

one of many nights..again no sleep..

I stay here for others comfort..

it is the company that I keep..

Demons of my many choices..

some silent..others with voices...

some subtle, others not quite so..

some I will leave in the darkness..

others just won't go.....

Sleep would have been a comfort..

yet sometimes my worst enemy..

for here awake...I can wait for them..

they don't have to come to me..

I used to fear this darkness..

it brought chills to every chamber in my mind...

but now I feel comfortable here..

at least these demons are mine...

I divert none of this to any excuses..

the journey I took was mine..

and should these demons take me...

I will leave a light behind.

Author's Note

No shoes..just a journey..sometimes a little mud

Reviews

[shinybluestars03]

Great poem!
When I read it I felt like this is the way
my father might have felt when he was battling his demons.
Unfortunately his demons won over.
Thanks for sharing
Keep on writing.