Exorcism. If only I could get an exorcism. The demons that live in my house are not ones of the devil but the ones of my own mind. He haunts here, his memory haunts me as well as this town. It would be easier to get rid of the devil's work than the fact that he is gone.
These demons don't grab you by the hair and pull you through the house, they don't break windows, or are in forms of dark shadows. My demons are silent. Slowing tearing me apart. They are memories that only live in my head, how can anyone else help that?
They do haunt my sleep though, that is a similarity between the two. I close my eyes and am silently ripped apart purely because of the lack of the man I need. I am haunted.
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PoesíaWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
