He lurks in the darkest corner of my soul
Always closer than I wan't, always farther than I can reach
He is misery and pain, sleepless anger, sleepless rage
Can I control him, bar him from my world
In my anger he rapes my mind
Who is he? The demon inside
it takes a lot to put that
it takes a lot to put that anger and possibly fright into a poem, and sometimes even harder to put it on a website for people to read. this is wonderful writing
'He lurks in the darkest corner of my soul'
Brilliant words.
Terri T
everyone has a demon inside. i like how you described yours as raping your mind. you seem to know yourself well.