Inner demons

by WanderingShade   Jun 23, 2012


Those demons are back again,
The ones that know where to cut,
The ones trained in the fine art,
Of torture and pain.

I've locked eyes with them,
Far to many times,
I'm losing strength,
With each fight.

I can smell their joy,
It exudes from their pores,
As I slowly fall to the floor,
They might just win this time.

As I close my eyes,
Defeat certain to my core,
I catch a faint scent,
And remember you...

My will to fight,
Returns with a vengeance,
As I open my eyes,
A new strength in my heart.

I can smell the fear,
That pours out of them,
They know their time is close,
As they try to flee again.

The demons begin to fade,
Their Arts broken,
By a man made whole,
And the monster he holds within.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Rebirth

    Awwww this is so cute, i really love the way it ends, it's so creative, i looooove it lol

  • 11 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    Awesome ;)

  • 11 years ago

    by Omar

    Nice job. Great poem

  • 11 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    I really, really like this. However, I thought that it would be more suitable in the dark section, but that is just me.

    When I first began reading this, I thought it would be about, well you know, the inner demons. Just the inner demons, so I did not expect that type of twist to occur. You went from telling about those demons, to actually twisting it around and defeating them in a way, or for the time being.

    'The demons begin to fade,
    Their Arts broken,
    By a man made whole,
    And the monster he holds within'

    ^ This part confuses me. If I understand this correctly, you defeated those inner demons by thinking about a monster? I expected a more uplifting reason for defeat. Just another twist for me, I guess :)

    Anyway, I just thought that this is an interesting poem, so naturally, I had to comment.

    :)

    • 11 years ago

      by WanderingShade

      Thank you for the input and that line is more about accepting the fact that everyone (in this case the man in the poem, be it me or not) has a monster side to them and that no matter the effort you put into killing this monster, you can't seem to kill it. that reason being because it is part of you.

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