Dear DemonsA Poem by Dennis ShanabergLet yourselves outDear demons that I have hid so well. Come on out cuz this is my personal hell. I don’t remember what is that you do, But maybe you’d give me someone to talk to. Fire in your hands And flames on your breath. Let’s start a blaze And give the worst all our best. I’ve kept the darkness in And my secrets down. But now I wanna fight And scream my secrets loud. Cuz it doesn’t matter in the end what you do Unless you’ve got no one to share it with you. I’m a product of the opinions of friends, So I need someone to be someone again. So, skel’tons, in the closet you sleep But maybe it’s time to have the havoc you wreak. I can’t recall; the details decompose But I say screw it, you know, it’s time someone knows Bad things I’ve done-- The hard paths I’ve run. We’re all just bones under skin And we’re waiting to break free again. I’ve kept the darkness in And my secrets down. But now I wanna fight And scream my secrets loud. Cuz it doesn’t matter in the end what you do Unless you’ve got no one to share it with you. I’m a product of the opinions of friends, So I need someone to be someone again. © 2012 Dennis Shanaberg |
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Added on March 9, 2012 Last Updated on March 9, 2012 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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