Demons
Standing, sitting, lying down, even when I sleep,
Tormented by the Demons with the noises they make,
Hissing, whistling, ringing, screaming and buzzing, continuously within deep,
Endlessly repeating week after week,
Louder and louder they torment until they decide to play hide and seek.
Whispering within deep,
Pretending to be asleep,
Back with a vengeance to torment me,
Day and night,
Week by week,
Awakening me from my sleep,
Slowly into despair I go,
Tormented, Out of reach,
Deafened by the noise,
Sometimes I cannot here people speak,
Isolated and alone feeling week,
Invisible to others the illness is,
No injuries no scars visible to see,
Alone but for my torment,
Frustrating me.
Following A Path
Do you follow the path, Of the one that leads, To see them trip and fall, To laugh and mock, As they rise from the floor, The ground they ha...
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I heard the songs of Christmas, The spirit began to rise, Trees began to appear, Christmas lights lit the sky at night, Carol singers singin... -
The full moon played with the mind, Emotions overwhelming, Like the tides, Waves and waves washed over one, Dreams and visions become undone... -
She led me by the hand, Under the mistletoe branch, To whisper softly, The words I longed to hear, Drowning in the deep blue of her eyes, I ...
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