Demons Or Dreams? Read Count : 97

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I tipped over a pot filled to the brim with  self-hate and stagnant rain.

Drinking this poison deteriorated my soul and sabotaged my brain. 


But before I could run and live the life I once dreamed,

My demons showed up to remind me life without them wasn’t what it seemed. 


I thought of their loyalty and I felt the guilt start

So I begged for forgiveness and said I’d fill it this time with every bit of my heart. 


Weary of trusting me, they finally agreed. 

I vowed to discard all that was left of my useless hopes and undeserved dreams. 


The demons, they meant well, despite what I thought

and it was my duty again to destroy myself and fill to the brim the very same pot. 


Gemnah Maley Bray 

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  • Sep 12, 2018

  • wow. This is amazing. Demons are loyal to the end. Love this!

    Sep 15, 2018

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