To Slay The Demons

I’ve been a child,

wandering in wind,

while all the while

my respite calls.

Some kind of toy,

a trinket I play abhor

me my making of

my tortured soul.

See I do ignorance,

my naivete.

See I my words so

I am naked.

They pierce a plane,

where the disease

that seizes me and

wakens the devil in.

I rouse such demons,

to slay my thoughts

that I project in things

that I should not.

I think I’ll drink this

beautifully stout

chalice to my lips;

slay those demons.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Nikhar says:

    Beautiful. You have really deep thoughts and the art of converting them to words through your writing. Loving all your posts

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for that! 😊


  2. Nikhar says:

    And yeah I write about travel and personal development . I would be happy if you can give your feedback on my content too. Looking forward to your new posts. Have a great day

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Well thank you for reading. I assure you I will read your work. I promise you I will read. 😁


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