How?

Why do I run from demons, when they're inside me?

                           

                              How?

   Have you no existence?

     damn bygones that trace my

        very footprints, of which sweat

     dribbled off my brow and

             puddled into; blending

                               with

                           blood

  my aching limbs beg for mercy,

    plead for rest and reluctance

                                  to escape

                 from demons who've long stopped

       stalking, yet convinced that if dare I glance backwards,

             would they stand with merely a grin?

      and so I saunter;

          as my liver begs for liquid

             and my wrenched innards claw

                                      at my stomach

                     twisting and turning

              squeezed by the talons

          and drained of water

      but I still trod forward

                          unt

                                i

                                   l

                                          I

                                    f

                                       e

                                          l

                                             l

                        courtesy of the devils

                   I so often blame

                                           yet

                            the only devil here

                    is myself

Author's Note

Ironic how I seldom read poems with no rhyme whatsoever, yet here I am attempting to write one. Critiques?
Photo courtesy of BlackFire64 of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Damn Tai. It's a new personal best I think. It would be hard to pick a "best Tai Poem." You have several "WOWS!" Great job!

[That_Girl]

I love this! My only real critique is this, "Have you no existence no longer" A double negative that tripped me up. That is the ONLY thing I would change. The rest is flawless.

[stars are far]

that was well done