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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I really like this one, good job!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you! :)
oh, great! This is gloomy as well as enthralling. I loved reading the whole poem, though the last eight lines fascinated me the most!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

I'm happy you like it. :) Thank you!
Zoya

7 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
lot of creativity flowing in this. very disturbing. really captures the feeling of being captive to the demon. powerful lines and imagery of darkness, torment and hurt. 'Words are like knives on my skin, slowly cutting me up.'

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Pete! :)
"He's come out to play!" quite an ending line; are you related to the great Stephen King in some way?

Kidding aside, I think this is a really fine poem- your word choice and overall flow of the poem draws the reader into the terror (and enticement) the nighttime offers. Thoughts and fears arise that keep us from sleeping, and yet somehow, as willing captives of the night, we embrace the insomnia, the nightmares, hence the marriage metaphor, which I think is spot on.

Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Unfortunately no, although I wish I was haha.
Thank you so much, Mary! I'm happy you liked i.. read more
Ah, deliciously wicked dear Gullia :) yet, i don't think darkness is something to fear or avoid. How else one can find out his true nature? Loved this :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Giulia King

7 Years Ago

So true, Ana! Thank you so much :)
Your poem flows well keeping the reader enraptured. Your words are very thought provoking. Your poem is very clever and I enjoyed it.
Richie b.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Giulia King

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Richie!

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