Trapped

My body is so tired,

but my mind can find no rest. 

I lie awake at the darkest hours,

fighting the demons in my head. 

 

They poke and prod

at my skin 

as I wander the earth

and try to resist sin. 

 

My demons are always with me;

trapped in the prison of my mind. 

I could run away or wear a disguise 

but I know it's me they would find.

 

They whisper in my ear 

and tell me a horrid thing. 

They say 'you shouldn't be alive,' 

My grave, they dig. 

 

I can't escape these monsters,

they fill me to the brim. 

I can't even drown them;

my demons can swim. 

 

 

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