The demons of my mind, Burrow deep in memories I've long lost and forgotten. Like faded paintings and photographs, They lie just out of reach, layered in the dusts of time. ghosts, buried with their bodies by gravestones broken and withering back to rocks of the forest, vines, covering, crawl up their rough faces to the sun. i wonder how the view is from underground, looking up, arms crossed in a now ancient suit... The demons of my mind. You wander in my thoughts, Pulling at me from under waters, But just out of reach for my touch. And, when the sun falls beneath the sky, why do you creep from the shadows, and tear at my soul in nightmare fantasies? Monsters born of me, Am I the monster? Let me wander to their dens and homes, By the trees, in the decaying moonless nights. Let me sleep with them,side by side Take them under my skin. There's nothing more to lose, But my only soul, I've yet to win...
There are so many good stanza's here; but these were my favorite... Through the whole piece you provide so many haunting images, nearly a constant stream, weaving in your personal perspective effectively. It's the blending of those two things that I love the most in poetry, and you've done it here.... thanks for sharing this!
