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.
Buttercups, Buttercups
Buttercups, buttercups, In a field of green, With butterflies fluttering, From leaf to leaf, In the gentle wind, Laid in a meadow, Grass is ...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
A Robin flew to a tree on my path, This was fate, It was meant to be, He sang a song, In his merry way, Only a few will understand his words... -
A new day, With a morning born, The start of the week, A new path found, With cherry blossom beginning to show, The first duckling, Swimming...
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