DEMONS.

They are back
They torment me
Make my life unbearable.
They talk to me
You can’t hear them
But I can.
They tell me I am worthless
I do not deserve to have you
I do not deserve to be me
I am useless
Sometimes I argue
Fight until I have no energy left
I chase them away
With myself worth and self esteem
Then there are those days
Like hyena on the prowl
They smell my doubt
Like leeches
They drink my energy and positivity
Sometime I wake with them
Go to sleep with them
Other times they take leave for months on end
When they do come back
They come back with a bang
Leave a dent
That will take months to heal
The cycle goes on and no
Is there a stop to this?
How can I end it?
How can I stop them?

©thelma migue,2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.