Tracing Steam

Tracing Steam

A Poem by Anna

Demons don't come to me
on dark and stormy nights,
they don't haunt me in my dreams
or whisper in my ear.
They don't stare me down
from dimly lit street corners,
they don't call me names
out the corners of my eye.
They don't lurk inside my closet
or slink in the attic,
they don't howl with the wind
or relish in the thunder.
Demons don't come to me
on dark and stormy nights;
they quietly keep me company-
tracing figures in the steam
over my morning coffee.

© 2017 Anna


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You yet to remain my favorite writer Anna.
-Norrin Radd

Posted 6 Years Ago


this is a really well written write, enjoyable read

Posted 6 Years Ago


A amazing poem dear friend. Thank you for sharing the words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


Oui, ce sont des loups

I've seen them in the fog of my glasses as I leave the train

Posted 6 Years Ago


hmm that was a different read for me tonight but I liked it. Oddly calming if that makes since, or I could be kinda twisted. Who knows.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Tags: steam, coffee, trace, draw, demons, daemons, night, attic, stormy, howl, thunder, lightning, grey, black, blue, dark, shadow

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Anna
Anna

Raos Crest, Nowhere



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