A POEM: DEMONS
-Demons-
He stares at his ceiling
It's half past four
It's paranoia he's feeling
He looks at the door
No one will come
Yet he still wants to run
Away from his demons
They scare him a ton
His fear isn't the dark
He prefers everything black
It's when he wakes up screaming
Because his demons came back
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Brandi! I'm running low on SP so I'm commenting instead of upvoting while I refuel over the weekend. Do you play an instrument or sing? With these short lines and strong sense of rhyme you might find that writing songs suits you well.Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Sorry Joe that I just saw your comment now! I do play some instruments! Primarily the guitar but also the piano and drum set. I've never been much of a singer, but I want to find one because I feel like it would be cool to hear somebody else create their owl lyrical rendition of my original poem through their singing. Maybe I'll find a way to make it into a song, thanks for the idea! Hope that you're staying warm as well!