tazmanian devil-like

they pole-vault 

onto my shoulders

they scream

loudly into

my ears

i feed them

morsels of

my self-doubt

encourage them

to grow bigger

(like me)

they leave



in the shadows

while they


the best of me…

and, i listen..

they feed me

addictive morsels

that change me

i nod, accepting

without question

their demands of me..

and i concede..

 intently, i accept

 the screams

their nonsensical lyrics

shatter my eardrums

daily reminders

how much pain

there is to


or calm..

as long as

i keep them


they will


to keep me



About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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1 Response to demonology

  1. Kill them if they are going to keep you down!
    Save them if they are going to produce poetry like this!
    Kill them!
    Save them!
    Oh! Ms Schram-Williams, why is it that suffering too often seems to bring out the best in us?

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