I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, my strings are torn.
The creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
Wars-a-waging, old man’s guilt,
the world’s now on more than just a tilt.
Parents weeping, children slain,
bloody thoughts, fear will reign.
I look in the shadows, a creature did lurk,
he whispered to me, hiding a smirk.
"Thou shalt be killed if you can't find,
the demon lurking in thou mind."
So off I ventured, to quench my thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did I see? A

Book of poetry across from me. I opened

It up and read the first line all it said was

 Look into your own mind. I took a step back

And realized at first the demon within me

Was about to burst. I got down on my knees

Grabbed a pen and pad wrote word after word

Until the demon was dead. I looked up once

More to see the world that now surrounded

Me. realized instead of a fire there was a breeze.

I smiled up and the sky. Thinking that the creature

Was a liar I moved on with my life writing poetry it?

Was one way out of the darkness that I no longer?

Had to plead to leave me alone.