My Demons

I'm really not that insane

  My demons are arguing again whether to pull me under or apart; they've had this coversation before and I'm quite familar whith it. They argue if they should over burden my soul to drag me under and drown; or to pull and pick at every piece of me to my very core so I crumble at the strain of it of it all. They take turns they take vacations but never long enough. The corners of my soul just barely come together before they return. Though they never speak to me I hear them clearly I'm not entirely sure they know.  I wonder though if they've ever figured out why they've never won why I seem teeter on the edge of oblivion without ever fully tipping in ... doubt it they're so sure in their abilities but i know why. My God grabs my hand and pulls me up as I go under and when I come undone He holds me together in His arms my God is an awesome God and this is an argument I'm all to familar with.

Reviews

[VFrausto]

This poem is a very encouraging poem for those that are going through tough times. It helps to remind people that god is there in rough times. There were a few mistakes such as:

"They take turns they take vacations but never long enough." need a coma to separate

" I wonder though if they've ever figured out why they've never won why I seem teeter on the edge of oblivion without ever fully tipping in ... doubt it they're so sure in their abilities but i know why." Same with this sentence. I know its a poem and sometimes writing rules don't always apply but there is no rest period in this sentence.

The wording I loved. Just some grammar mistakes that need to be fixed.