Poetry

Demons

Memories and screams echo inside my head,
Demons lay in wait under my bed.
Soulless taunts tear at my heart,
Living in hell a world apart.
Dream by day, die by night,
Constant struggle in an endless fight.
Cease to be,  you are no more-
Than just a shadow dancing upon the floor.
Empty and distorted,  Devoid of being
Weightless and useless,  silently screaming.
Nightmares run rampant, free to roam
They will not leave my dreams alone.
Echos of the memories inside my head
Feeding the demons under my bed.

©LMS

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