Poems of a dark soul

The demons inside

I've been fighting my demons for fourteen years,

And I've run out of energy to fight.

The sun may be shining outside of this room

But in my soul it's night.

At times I've imagined I'd come out on top

Of the Demons inside of my head.

And in a way I suppose I WAS winning the fight

If I hadn't, by now I'd be dead.

But now the dark clouds have regathered,

And I've lost my last semblance of hope.

Fear and despair have erased it,

And without it there's no way to cope.

My life has no purpose or meaning

There's nothing inside me but fear.

Fear over whether I'll continue

To find life so dark and drear

Because, I'm afraid if this goes on,

There will be only one last path left

And if, in my weakness I take it

I doubt anyone will be bereft…