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We are never free of our Demons
We learn to ignore them
We learn to drown them out
We learn to live with them
Or we get drowned by them
And don't live at all

Our Demons only want one thing
They want to see you squirm
They want to see you give up
They want to see you fail
But you must not
There comes a time you must face them

When you face them
It seems like you against an army
It seems like you against the world
It seems like you against yourself
Because you are fighting yourself
You are your own fiercest Arch-Demon

After you accept this
You can finally conquer yourself
You can finally conquer the Demons that come from without
You can finally conquer even the world itself
And make it tremble
Before your awesome might

But be forewarned
These Demons are powerful
These Demons are smart
These Demons are adaptable
They are all of these things
Because you are all of these things
I will let you go
Even though
It hurts so much
It hurts me so

It hurts so much
It hurts me so
I am writing a clichéd poem
About being spurned
About hurting
And wanting to be stronger.

I want to write a sarcastic, angry poem
A poem to admire
That puts me in a better light
But the cliché’s, however trite
Fit my mood.
I am a walking cliché
Heartbroken, missing you, and in despair.

I wish I could write
Something memorable, and strong

But I’m not strong
It would be wrong

To pretend

The End.
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