It's in the latest hours of the night that our demons crawl out to reach us,
Greet us,
Hug us,
Keep us.
We never know when they will strike or leave us feeling in despair,
Always making us feel trapped in their lair,
Too broken to even be thought of being repaired.
I wish I was with you,
I wish I wasn't feeling the pain,
But you left me alone,
Alone, feeling a pain that you can't say the same.
I was fine with you gone,
I was okay,
And somehow I convinced myself
You'd come back to stay.
How wrong of me to presume you'd come back to me,
All these romantic dreams seem to have been lying,
I guess I was just too naïve to see,
To see that you were only using me.
Although I told others as well as myself that I was fine,
I truly was hiding who I really was behind a mask of a disguise.
I felt alone,
Though no one seemed to know.
Then one day in the midst of the darkest hours of the night,
My demons came and wrapped me in their embrace.
I was no longer alone,
Not in ways that you would think,
I was waiting,
Not knowing for what,
Until my demons were ready to strike me.
It was then that I knew what I was waiting for,
And after being let down for so long,
I realized,
Maybe this is what I had been waiting for.
I was waiting in the darkest hours of the night with an unbearable pain,
Waiting for relief,
But Instead my demons came,
And it was then that I was able to see the real me.
Demons 7/17/19 22:54
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
