11-12-02
There are demons all around me,
They envelope my soul
Always getting at me, dieing for control
Lifting up my eyes, I see darkness without light
Afraid to turn around, and see I've lost the fight
Or maybe it's been over, for a long time now
When did all this happen? I can't remember how!
Were did all this begin, all this anguish and the pain?
For a chalk drawing life washed away in the rain
Brilliant metaphor! This is a great poem!
Starward