To demons

I dedicate this to all of the demons that have each done their part to shape me as I am in this moment, for better and worse.

Demons 

Demons crawl my walls at night—
Claw my eyes wide open.


“No, I can not, will not close them.”


Their whispers burn my soul,
Yet my limbs are frozen stone.


When I’m old, will the cold
Give way to happy night time fables?
Will my demons pry their way into my grave,
My final place of lying still?


“There’s only one way forward,
One,”
Whispers a ghost—
Who holds the glass through which sand runs.
The one who comes each night late hour
“Waste time! Waste it! Have your fun!”
The chaos, madman’s dances devour my
Hopes, trapped in sand crashing down
Until of me there’s nothing left—


No I can not, will not close them


Not until my final breath.


Demons come, I’ve come to know them
Come to learn why they chose me
Come to learn from,
Grow on their viciousness,
To win but only a sliver of peace:
More precious than gold or silver or diamond
To the righteous, who fight the good fight
Just to lie awake in angst and sweat
Is simply restful sleep,
As we await our final death.


For sleep indeed
Is death to day and dreams,
Yet to come back around
Until they no longer will be.
What once was will no longer exist—
How much simpler could it get?


And to cause
So much
Pain.

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