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.*

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We all might have something that keeps us wide awake at night,
keeps our thoughts running wild.
I can relate and I agree with this line. The words and the tone of this poem were really good. I liked it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Najam :)
Najam Us Saher

7 Years Ago

You're welcome ☺
Something different..I like it! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you, Abel! :)
Knowing the self-destruction. One for you, and one for me, and let us see what we shall see.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

I love the rhyme :)
nice beautiful work.

I'm forever married to the darkness.
I'll be closer to the darkness
I can feel him waiting for me.
His eyes are on me.
Sucking me into his embrace.
I can feel him in my bloodstream.

beautiful lines in between. if you read with another word instead of darkness then it is romantic

bit of fiction is working well, and in real its hard to live a life like this

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you, George!
Well wrote, we all have demons but we just have to look the other way when they come out of us.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

So true. Thank you, Joey
Joey Nizz

7 Years Ago

Your welcome :)
Your work is just amazing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

I'm happy you like it, Tanya :) Thank you!
I liked and I understood this poem. My demons sit across from me and keep me company. I like the thoughts and the strong description. You made this poem have life and purpose. Thank you Gullia for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, dear friend!
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome dear Gullia.
and this could be taken as the speaker losing a loved one to death, and feeling like she wants to join him...can't stand being alone with his memory...

we could find ways...

intense piece

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

So true, Jacob. Thank you for reading :)
Fascinating and captivating piece till the end. I loved this poem. When darkness and wickedness become our lifelong partner then it is nothing less than hell. We live constantly under the shadows of our fears. Interesting piece of work, Gullia. It is indeed different from your earlier pieces that I have read recently. Keep up the good work. Very nicely penned :-)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Gorthi. Indeed it is. I wanted to try something different and I'm happy I did :)
A bit of truth and a bit of fiction I would guess. Seems like the start of a story that today's young love reading. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you for this sweet review, Kathie :)

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