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Subterranean Chronicles
i've been fighting this neo demon
for most of my life
my very own energy beast
who will gladly feast
on any negative emotion
i dare to feed it
it simmers in my darkness
waiting..patiently waiting
looking for just a glimmer...a small opening
and it will rip through and devour
me...morsel by morsel
gluttonous..like a giant centipede
siphoning my intestines
eating me alive
exhausting my spiritual reserves
causing me to age in dog years while
trying keep me in that space
where God have no ears
where my deepest fears manifest
as this infestation seeks dominion over me
so everyday i try to find a reason
any reason
to fight for love...music...sex...laughter
friends...family...community
secretly using hope as a rope to hold on to
but i learned i have to deal with
people in spurts
close proximity tends to hurt after a while
cuz most are either willfully
or woefully ignorant of their own demons
they say i'm too sensitive
but i see what i see
and my succubus sees them too..clear as day
emotionally dumping...manipulative
gas-lighting my furnace
that already burns white hot
so i'm forever seen as sometimey
'funny' actin or
whatever whatever
they force me back into my
slow movin 'turtle' shell
force me to press the fuck it button
force me to say to hell with the world
as i curl up like a pill bug
deeply dug in my solitude..my gulag
soulfully convicted
to constantly fighting my
inner battle to
keep this particular demon at bay
cuz i know damn well
why it must never see the
Light of Day
....
for most of my life
my very own energy beast
who will gladly feast
on any negative emotion
i dare to feed it
it simmers in my darkness
waiting..patiently waiting
looking for just a glimmer...a small opening
and it will rip through and devour
me...morsel by morsel
gluttonous..like a giant centipede
siphoning my intestines
eating me alive
exhausting my spiritual reserves
causing me to age in dog years while
trying keep me in that space
where God have no ears
where my deepest fears manifest
as this infestation seeks dominion over me
so everyday i try to find a reason
any reason
to fight for love...music...sex...laughter
friends...family...community
secretly using hope as a rope to hold on to
but i learned i have to deal with
people in spurts
close proximity tends to hurt after a while
cuz most are either willfully
or woefully ignorant of their own demons
they say i'm too sensitive
but i see what i see
and my succubus sees them too..clear as day
emotionally dumping...manipulative
gas-lighting my furnace
that already burns white hot
so i'm forever seen as sometimey
'funny' actin or
whatever whatever
they force me back into my
slow movin 'turtle' shell
force me to press the fuck it button
force me to say to hell with the world
as i curl up like a pill bug
deeply dug in my solitude..my gulag
soulfully convicted
to constantly fighting my
inner battle to
keep this particular demon at bay
cuz i know damn well
why it must never see the
Light of Day
....
Published 21st Oct 2018
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21st Oct 2018 6:34pm
This appeals to me on so many levels.
I can say that I can relate to having felt this way, though I would not have been able to describe it as wonderfully.
Also, it has a bit of that dark fantasy feel to it and me being oldish/youngish enough to still play video games it reminds me a little of the demons I battle - inside and outside of reality. (I would check this line: so i'm forever seen as sometimey)
This was a really good poem. I enjoyed it.
I can say that I can relate to having felt this way, though I would not have been able to describe it as wonderfully.
Also, it has a bit of that dark fantasy feel to it and me being oldish/youngish enough to still play video games it reminds me a little of the demons I battle - inside and outside of reality. (I would check this line: so i'm forever seen as sometimey)
This was a really good poem. I enjoyed it.
21st Oct 2018 7:49pm
Thanks a lot. I appreciate your thoughtful comment. As for 'sometimey'..that's a hood term....not an actual word per se
21st Oct 2018 7:51pm
ah, ok... :)
Being as how I'm not from the hood I wasn't aware.
I feel enlightened now.
Being as how I'm not from the hood I wasn't aware.
I feel enlightened now.
21st Oct 2018 7:54pm
i learned i have to deal with
people in spurts ...the same but for different reasons..people just get on my nerves..and solitude is my best friend. I had the nerve to see myself wrapped up in this piece. Nice write.
people in spurts ...the same but for different reasons..people just get on my nerves..and solitude is my best friend. I had the nerve to see myself wrapped up in this piece. Nice write.
21st Oct 2018 8:01pm
'' I had the nerve to see myself wrapped up in this piece''
Ha! I think most poets can relate to this on some level.
Always in appreciation for your thoughts
Ha! I think most poets can relate to this on some level.
Always in appreciation for your thoughts
Anonymous
21st Oct 2018 8:16pm
I like this. A lot. We all have demons - only the brave admit it.
21st Oct 2018 11:13pm
