I heard a song
that woke up a demon
I thought had died.

But he lives in me,
and the song he knows,
the measures and the lines.

I wanted the words to make me cry
the way I felt
when the demon rose.

But my throat closed up,
my heart began to ache,
and I felt very alone.

Not the loneliness I've known,
but the narrow walls
of an unfamiliar home.

I can't believe I meant those words
that way. I can't believe
the person I became.

I'm sorry that I ever felt that way.
I wish that song never meant
what it meant but doesn't mean today.

08/16/2024

Posted on 08/16/2024
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