Playing with My Demons

pexels-photo-513025These demons find comfort on my chest

and my heaving is music that puts them to rest.

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Although every so often their voices may not weep,

they begin to screech as soon as my mind wants to sleep.

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I listen to them whimper,

letting them convince me that I’m not who I believed in.

Sometimes they fill my head with a cold-hearted whisper,

making me question my very being.

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For as long as I remember, I’ve played with my demons a game of tug of war.

But every time I believed in winning, they would shout and they would roar.

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For quite a time I felt invincible, just a short pull away from the win

but the cloud of doubt begins to pour and I let loose again.

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They persuade me that they are indeed a part of me,

as if the battle was against my mind over this empty, soulless body.

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People say that the best way to defeat your enemy is to change it’s voice, not to silence it.

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So, while my demons try to serenade me with notes of fear and desolation,

I learn how to swoon them with songs of love and determination.

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