Demons

During the day

Her demons are at bay

A constant mutter

Of her incompetence

Her weakness

Her pain

That wait for the perfect moment to pounce

When night falls The demons arise

Full force and no mercy

Her world gets dark

The later it gets the worse she feels

More and more the demons prey

Drain her of will, of fight

A busy mind consuming tasks

Can be a saving grace

It's having time to think

Having vulnerability 

In perfecting position for an attack

That can be damaging, deadly

Author's Note

I haven't decided if this poem is finished yet or not, but I figured I'd put it up regardless.

Reviews

[Ruby]

It's good . You write well

[Ashes]

Thank you! I find writing freeing.

[Ruby]

welcome