The Demon Within

As writers and poets, I'm sure we've all felt like this.

I have a little demon,

And it lives inside of me.

I don’t know how it got there,

Or just how it came to be.

It always seems to whisper

Of what it wants me to try.

I do not want to listen,

Although I want to ask it why.

The demon knows my secrets,

And it knows when I’m afraid;

Its words like piercing daggers,

Far more sharp than any blade.

I shake my head to clear it,

But the demon laughs it off.

I try hard to resist it,

But then the demon seems to scoff.

“You cannot hope to beat me!

I’ll be here forever more!”

The demon’s laugh is painful,

And it sounds just like a roar.

“Just get out of my head!” I cry.

“You are not welcome there!”

And the demon seems to smile.

“But I am your own despair!”

I’ve fought with it for years now.

Neither one has given ground.

But I now know its weakness,

And I know it will be bound.

For through the act of writing,

My despair is kept at bay.

The demon doesn’t understand

Why I would act this way.

I have a little demon,

And it lives inside of me.

My writing is its downfall,

And through it, I am free.

Reviews

[Natalia Queen]

I definitely can relate to you through your poem. Writing and art in general I've found to be the only outlet to quiet that little stubborn demon in my head. Great read.