Demons in Darkness

Demons in Darkness

I close the curtains
and hide my eyes.
At last, I am alone.
Sunlight shimmers
through the blackest cloth
but I don't feel at home.
In the darkness
where I should feel safe
cold blackness twists
and writhes.
My demons,
angry, unabated foes
whisper of long-lost lives.
I cry and scream
for them to go away
but still they taunt my mind.
I claw old wounds
and let my tears run down
but still, my demons cry.
"Please leave me!
Let me live my life
and love,
and look upon a face
of light.
Please let me smile
and live in present times
without seeing
those who died.
Please help
I'm confused!
I don't want to forget!
I don't really want you to leave
because if you do then
I will be alone.
And alone's not what
I wanna be."
In the darkness,
naught but my past
is alive.
I live in a state of half-death.
I'm not moving forward.
I'm stuck in the past.
Scared to move,
scared to breathe,
scared to live.

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