Demons Or Dreams?
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Category : Poems
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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
