Inner demon diaries,
From faint and fractured voices.
Drawn from scars that I received
With each one of my choices.
Draw the card of desperation,
From the deck dealing despair,
As it catches all those watching
Inattentive. Unaware.
Dear diary, drowning again,
In the hopelessness of dreams.
Scrambling to find that purpose,
Knowing it’s not what it seems.
The demon’s touch is so haunting,
Taunting me throughout my days,
Explaining all my dark travels
With my pen, as each path strays.
Shadows creep in from the corners
Of predestined battlefields,
Ripping at the weakness showing
Through the wounds that have not healed!
Draw the card of pure frustration,
From the deck dealing despair,
Read the words the prophets offer,
Heedfully. Yet, unprepared.
Dear diary, the tables turn,
As the dream’s becoming clear.
Hinting that there is no purpose
That will be discovered here.
The demon’s touch is hypnotic,
Quixotic in its desires,
That will lead to all my travels
Through these roaring, raging fires.
Shadows take hold at each moment
That the battles take their tolls.
Slipping as the weakness showing
Cuts new scars, leaving new holes!
Inner demon diaries,
From faint and fractured voices.
Drawn from scars that I received
With each one of my choices.
These pages hold the answer,
To the dark that was released
When the poet’s heart was wrenched
From my scarred chest, by the beast!
Draw the card of sublimation,
From the deck with my last turn.
By my wounds I’m deemed unworthy,
Expendable. Lesson learned.
Dear diary, these trespasses
Shatter more than just my dreams.
They are the force pulling wildly
Through this purpose, at my seams.
The demon’s touch is unyielding,
Wielding so much fire and rage.
That I now know in my travels,
They will always set the stage…
Shadows pulse beneath my frail skin,
This weak frame their living tomb.
Time granting the access needed
By ignoring all my wounds!
Inner demon diaries,
From faint and fractured voices.
Drawn from scars that I received
With each one of my choices.
These pages hold the answer,
To the dark that was released
When the poet’s heart was wrenched
From my scarred chest, by the beast!
(11/13/11)