The Demons I Can't Write About

The Demons I Can't Write About

A Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)
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If only my past, were so easily left behind as the concept implies.

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staring from the depths
that only I see,
doggedly calling to me
in voices only I hear

an exhausted spirit
bargains with shadowed demons
to stay hidden from familiar sight,
festering on tucked away yesterdays

and they comply...
what then is the cost
of a soul in suffering,
when shrouded in borrowed felicity

as the monstrous voices dim
poetic hands break for freedom;
blue lines streaked on white
where ink roams exempt of onus

how easily a writer forgets
the etchings of our art
(feverish pen strokes on paper)
echo to our very depths

tortured ink stained hands,
chafe a dark pact with each stroke
fly ridden yesterdays lose flavor
the present, much too tasty to resist

so, they come for me;
per contract: hungry and remorseless
ascending grooves and foot holes
they, or I could never forget

I'm found (like lightening to ground)
hunched over a worn notebook
they sink claws into my back,
screams (theirs and mine) deafen thought

halted pen strokes signal defeat
they stand, glaring at ebbing courage
backwater dealings are reestablished
they comply, and I... stop writing


© 2014 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)


Author's Note

Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)
I hope it isn't a hectic read... wrote it about 4 in the morning. Thank you for reading.

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A little frightening, your muses. But the result is one strongly-penned piece. Excellent work as always, my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Pryde. This was pulled from my dark muse... I happy you were able to enjoy it.
what then is the cost
of a soul in suffering,
when shrouded in borrowed felicity

they sink claws into my back,
screams (theirs and mine) deafen thought

halted pen strokes signal defeat
they stand, glaring at ebbing courage
backwater dealings are reestablished
they comply, and I... stop writing

I love the way you wrote this. It's not hectic, just deep and sad. I love the word usage such as "ebbing" and "grooves". I can definitely relate to this poem in a way. You did a wonderful job :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)

10 Years Ago

Thank you, you truly humble me with your thoughts. I'm glad you were able to enjoy it.

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Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)
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