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Beware the demons of the night
They come to haunt the faded blooms
They whisper curses in your ear
You can't escape when the demons are near
Beware the demons of the night
They're long of tooth and white of hair
They wear your scars as their costume
Long buried secrets they cruelly exhume
Beware the demons of the night
They know what scares you most of all
Affairs, divorce, their eyes can see
Perhaps it's middle age ennui?
Beware the demons of the night
Lock them in the closet tight
Be a good wife, don't make a fuss
Brew up the coffee, put the kids on the bus.
13 comments:
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This poem makes me think of Mom, and wondering what her demons were?
Your poem, it started to make me relate from the 2nd stanza.. and the last, it made me laugh.. Another nice flow in your writing.. :) *thumbs up*
I like the '...they wear your scars as costume..' say, now I knew how to tackle them next time, in the night.. :)
*HUG*
So it's been them has it, the little critters!
corrosive secrets - a life theme I think
good poem, good advice!
You portrayed these demons very perfectly.
That was good. Why do all the scary Demons always have to come out at night?
Very good! It seems demons are always MOST active in the night, especially the MIDDLE of a sleepless night.
Oh I really like, "They wear your scars as their costume."
Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.
Powerful poem.
Beautifully held metaphor. Well done.
Lolamouse,
Very profound thoughts behind your words. A few untold secrets perhaps.....
Best wishes, Eileen
I use Raid on them. ;-)
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