Saturday, August 8, 2015

My Death

The house is filled with light
but I cannot find my way.
My vision is dark and unsteady.
My demons want to play.

They read the list of my transgressions.
The name of every friend lost.
They promise peace and silent rest
but I cower at what I know is the cost.

Memories and pain collide against me.
Stifling my hungry, gasping breath.
My demons, they whisper gently.
Calling for my surrender and my death.

(Written 8.8.15)

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