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Demons
by Lisa-Dawn Sparlingeverytime I think I have won,
your back again,
stronger than the first time.
fueled by my anger,
fed from my denial,
waiting until I am weak,
before you surface.
Shadows stirring inside of me,
wrestling with my conscience,
Thriving off of my confusion,
bathing in my tears,
One day I will starve you,
one day when I am stronger,
one day when I bask in love.
04/21/2003
Author's Note: THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS
Posted on 04/22/2003
Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/26/03 at 02:15 AM The conflict is so well pronounced. Yes, when one is charged with positive and beautiful impressions thats the right time to get into the BATTLE with a predetermined decision as to who would be the WINNER. Obviously the INTENDED SELF. |
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