My Demons

My Demons

A Poem by Giulia King

Why can't I let my demons go?
I'm forever married to the darkness.
I keep screaming into my pillow,
hoping that I'll disappear into thin air.
I light another cigarette,
hoping the smoke will choke me, 
knowing that with every new cigarette, 
I'll be closer to the darkness.
Closer to you.
We all might have something that keeps us wide awake at night, 
keeps our thoughts running wild.
Words are like knives on my skin, slowly cutting me up.
I realize, not every story has a happy ending. 
I can feel him waiting for me.
His eyes are on me.
Sucking me into his embrace.
I can feel him in my bloodstream.
I can't breathe.
He's here,
he's come out to play. 


© 2017 Giulia King


Author's Note

Giulia King
Something different. A work in progress.
*Congratulations!
Your poem My Demons has been awarded First in the What Are Your Secrets? writing contest.*

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

'My Demons'
Giulia King,
To be chained, to be addicted to something is like a demon I believe. It definitly does not make someones life better. The reference to a cigarette is one many identify. In my youth cigarette smoking was done quite a lot and now it is seen to be a health hazard. Good writing with a good message.
kathy

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like the darkness here. Love seeing something different. Something some people fear. The part that grabbed at me was "I realize, not every story has a happy ending."

Everyone has their own demon that we our self created.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow, This came out awesome. I like it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you! :)
Really like this. It's a topic that I struggle with A LOT since my past is rather dark, and I often feel like a shadow is permanently cast across my future because of it. It's enough to make one nihilistic or fatalistic, but from time to time, inspiration and beauty break through the clouds.

"I keep screaming into my pillow,
hoping that I'll disappear into thin air"

Words are like knives on my skin, slowly cutting me up.

Love those lines. Very poignant. The intensity cracks.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Alessander. It's a topic a lot of people struggle with. In a way, I'm happy I'm n.. read more
i love each line of it and it's wonderfully expressed...keep it up friend!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely words!
when i read your second line'im forever married to the darkness' i knew in this poem, you will express how i feel in a certain way. And that's exactly what you did. well done dear.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for reading dear asmae
Loved the illustration..it complimented your work so well..I pray the protagonist can shake those demons off..

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

I'm happy you love this one!
scary thoughts with demons and smoking objects conveying with compulsion.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for reading
Perhaps we create our own demons because in some pathetic way, we need them. We accept the outrage and results of.. but carry on because.. we don't care, we're comfortable, we make our own choices, answering to no.one. Your writing lures the reader into stepping outside and thinking more.

Yours is a gripping poem, no excuse, no guilt, but.. compulsive.. Great visual by the way.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for this amazing review, Emma!!
He is a demon I know only too well, although I last saw him 33 years ago. Still, this made me recall the struggle. Good write, Gullia

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

We all have demons we're trying to fight off. But they never seem to want to leave. Thank you, Ted!

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

1657 Views
46 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on March 10, 2017
Last Updated on November 21, 2017

Author

Giulia King
Giulia King

New York, NY



About
more..

Writing
Ink Ink

A Poem by Giulia King



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Lying Is A Sin Lying Is A Sin

A Poem by Zoya


He is My Son He is My Son

A Story by Rain