The Demon
This Demon's upon me again. That burning within my skull. Trying to tear out from within.
Making me damn my soul. I hate him. I love him and curse him. He's caused me so much pain.
Feels like a white hot poker burning inside my brain.
He is Addiction, damnation and complication. Why God? Must I endure?
This Demon's inside me and hungry. Longing to see me fall. He rips and shreds and terrifies.
Wearing out my resolve. My patience is thin. He stalks me again. Hungry and drooling down my
neck. That devil upon my shoulder. Barely kept in check.
I am Weakness. Wrapped in blood and bone. My faith all I have to cling too.
This bastards after my soul. Watching and waiting it seems. I beg him to let me go. He meets me in
my dreams. Nightmares- each one a trial. I awaken in cold sweat and screams.
Won't he go away. This devil who causes my pain.
He is me or I am him. I am certainly unsure. This duality within my unending Goddamned curse.
Written By; Phil G. Inman Sr.
April 16th, 2010
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