the demons of my mind
love to lurk in the shadows.
waiting,
watching, and
whispering.
until they can latch onto my arm,
and pull me into the darkness with them.
the silence is the kindest
warmth that envelops my soul.
and when the silence welcomes me, my monsters stop whispering me to follow them in my ears, for just a moment.
they are soon to come back. i just wait.
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Poesiasimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
