Inner Demons

Poem By Tex T Sarnie

As far as I can remember
I never experienced demons as a child.
I think they began at the age of puberty,
and ever since they've driven me wild.

As I grew older and became corrupted
in my thoughts, and in my deeds.
The demons have grown accordingly
and will try anything to succeed.

Every minute of everyday they fill my mind
with uncertainty and hesitation,
which brings chaos to the ambiguity
and confusion to my situation.

They make mountains out of mole-hills,
and revel in manipulating logic.
Creating reasons for unsound decisions,
which could result in being tragic.

I can understand the fragile and vulnerable
being driven down the schizophrenic road.
The continuous inner battles and torment
could make the soundest mind explode.

I suppose most demon hosts find a solution
to their loathsome uninvited guests.
Mine is listening to music and trying to relax,
whilst my willpower does the rest.

I've spent a lifetime fighting demons,
and I still don't know why they're here.
But I do know they're not here to help me
and losing a battle is my biggest fear.

Comments about Inner Demons

I've spent a lifetime fighting demons, and I still don't know why they're here. But I do know they're not here to help me and losing a battle is my biggest fear. losing with demons means that they will conquer you. a fine poem full of imaginary concepts. tony
I sincerely believe that we can be able to come to terms with the evil that is contained in us with strong exercise of willpower, and a humble appeal for Divine intervention. A lovely piece of poetry, nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.


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