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Demons

02 May

Demons

War with my demons,

Will I win this tussle?

You don’t help matters,

You wake the beast in me,

My demons feed off it,

They get stronger,

A tad difficult to defeat,

The battle rages on.

 

You were meant to be a solace,

A getaway from trauma,

A resting place,

A fortress.

But alas,

You were trauma itself,

Nothing seemed satisfactory,

Always at my neck.

 

Family warned me,

Friends did,

I turned deaf to their words,

I believed they didn’t get you,

They didn’t know your pain,

Told them you just act out,

Acting out to get my attention.

Seemed cute at first,

But not anymore.

 

 

I am way in deep,

No escape,

No way out.

Trapped.

Trapped with my own consent,

Trapped at will.

 

You’re 7 months along,

I am getting ready,

Ready for a life of pain,

Life of anguish,

Hell on earth.

Left to face my demons,

Who am I kidding?

You are my demon.

 

 

 

 

 

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10 Comments

Posted by on May 2, 2013 in Rants

 

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10 responses to “Demons

  1. coolprincee

    June 27, 2013 at 4:42 pm

    i like DEMONS…as a metaphor tho, just like you used ere

     
  2. puskow

    May 7, 2013 at 7:58 am

    Good writing. You started wobbly but by the end of the piece, your flow broke forth. Keep writing.

     
  3. shola

    May 3, 2013 at 8:46 am

    I love the third and last stanzas. Nice piece. Btw, you are very good at expressing pain………stay away from pain

     
  4. Mezie

    May 2, 2013 at 8:48 pm

    Love is meant to bring joy not pain. But here love appears to be your undoing. You failed to heed your family’s advice and thought your woman would become a better person. Alas, you were wrong! Worse of all, it appears you are both two months shy of having a child, a trap by itself.

    Basically, two things that ought to bring happiness: love and a child, now conspire to leave you in forlorn. A classic case of ‘your joy being your sorrow unmasked’.

    The 4th stanza clearly depicts your helplessness and a deep feeling of despair. Now that she is seven months pregnant, you seem trapped or even tricked into a marriage. A development that will leave in its wake further feelings of despondency and misery.

    In all, the dominant mood in this poem is despair, distraught, anguish and melancholy.

    But take heart, the baby’s arrival may be the elixir you need for things to turn around. This is a situation John Donne would describe as Love’s Alchemy.

     
    • OneNaijaPikin

      May 2, 2013 at 9:14 pm

      *clears throat* Erm…what am I supposed to add?

       
  5. zubairthedream

    May 2, 2013 at 8:30 pm

    I don’t like poems. Judging from what the rest said, nice work.

     
  6. Joy Ikwu

    May 2, 2013 at 7:17 pm

    Deep! Real deep!

     
  7. Emmanuel Ndu

    May 2, 2013 at 7:17 pm

    Nice piece of poetry..Keep it coming, just keep it coming.

     
  8. Joy Ikwu

    May 2, 2013 at 7:16 pm

    Hmmmm

     
  9. blacknblessed

    May 2, 2013 at 7:08 pm

    This is an Incredible work of Art,that can only be Appreciated by the purest and Simplest of Heart.
    Keep the Goodwork on..
    Cheers

     

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