My demons come out to feast at night
devouring whatever they can
fading away when the sun rises
leaving only carnage in their wake
Though appear to be very small in size
they have a ferocious appetite
seemingly about to consume endlessly
without having any problems
They rightly fear the light
as they know that it can hurt them
so they feast on the darkness they create and find
creating a vicious cycle that does not seem to end
During the day I can have some respite
and attempt to heal some of the damage
but as the sun disappears my depression grows
as my demons come out at night to feast
Nice and well-articulated peice of poetry.I loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though appear to be very small in size......perhaps appearing or they appear. HOLY SHIT! ! ! another personal poem which speaks of an uncomfortable [to put it mildly] life. i HOPE it is not as bad [nor personal] as it sounds. your poems are somewhat gloomy but sparkling at the same time. bri :) need i say: to MyPoemList may your future be full of daffodils and dill pickles without end. but DON'T eat at the same meal, by friend.