I Call Them Demons

A poem that describes intrusive thoughts as well as people and situations in life that want to tear us down.

by Alex Gonzales

They have a name all of them do,
Based off what they are capable of doing to you,
They make or break and wind up your thoughts,
Constantly stacking and building like blood clots.

The end of your strain and life on earth, Will be the end of their training it's what they rehearse,
Sometimes you think you see them sometime you do,
For some its common it's nothing new.

In the midst of everything that seems all but bad,
They hunt and they linger waiting to make you mad,
Throwing temptations and obstacles during your days,
They want you to break to change your ways.

They remain hidden deep in all things,
From love to hatred their twisted song sings,
They are ruthless and dangerous not all the same,
Yet calm and pure hunters they know the game.

Some say they're from within or down below,
But unless you see them you'll never know,
The things they do have only bad reasons,
I've given them a name because to me they're demons.

Author's Note

Any feedback really. It would mean a lot to me.

Reviews

[joshua sauerborn]

i liked it, i liked the rhyming scheme of the poem, and can you also give me some feedback on some of my writing, thank you.