My Demons Poem by Tina MacAdam

The demons reach for me in my dreams, they claw and tug at me as i struggle to get away from them. they emerge from the shadows, of the dark deserted corners of my dreams. they scream at me, in a language i cannot understand. their hands grasp onto me like that of a monster with claws that rip through your flesh like a knife. leaving you in a state of panic, you cannot run. you cannot hide. they are everywhere, there is no escaping them. they will not let me go, they want to keep me here with them. they want to keep me locked up in a cage. I will never be free of their grasp. they are everywhere i look, everywhere i go, hidden within people, within objects. within myself. the flowers are wilted, the clouds are dark and letting out with a deafening noise. the fire burns so bright it is blinding. no matter where i go, which direction i run, where i hide, they always find me in my dreams.