Wednesday, 12 December 2012

DEMONS - A new poem from my past - Its not what you think read and all will become clear.

Demons

The memory of you binds me
Holds me like my body is wrapped
In a thick layer of plastic film
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The more I struggle, the hotter
It gets inside my cacoon
The sweat beads and clings
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I can not see, except through
The bars of my bony fingers
As they form a knotted cage, over my face
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I peer through the gaps to see
But all I catch is glimpses
Of what my life could have been
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The power drained from my heart
As it slows to a morbid standstill
Still beating but tormenting me
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The life that I thought once mine
Is no longer, and I see my love
As if a movie, in my cluttered mind
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Tales of days gone by, opportunities
Missed, to never be taken
Chances hidden, hesitation now loss
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Heed me children lend thy ear!
Do not remorse a lost chance
For they will not cry for you
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They point, mock and laugh,
They watch you as you age, become feeble
Your bones and mind weak with time
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Then they gain satisfaction from you
As they see you stumble, fall, pray
Hope for a redemption that is never coming.
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They thrive on your fear, your aches
Your pains physical and of mind
They watch as you lose everything
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Your hopes
Your dreams
Your love
Your life
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They feed on your failings
They fill with strength of being
As they feed on what’s left
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Your Fear
Your despair
Your hate
Your loathing
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They separate us like a herd
Targeting the weak of body
Then the weak of mind
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They go for the young
The not so sure
The displaced
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Don’t let them get you
Be strong of will and mind
Be true to who you are
And never let the demons in

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012