While Demons Dance Poem by Eric Paeplow

Under darkened skies with hanging clouds
And blowing winds, that scream and howl
I lie awake within these walls
And hear the world, with all it's sounds
As dew forms in drips, then drops
And it's eerie sound, pats and plops
Upon the leaves of shrubs and trees
While I fight the urge to hide or flee
And as the midnight mists raise and fall
I am filled with dread, at this witchly hour
For all those things, I know I've done
And all those sins, I can't outrun
All at once, come crashing in
As my thoughts betray what lies within
While demons dance and laugh and grin
And tear apart my tortured soul
As I fight and strain not to lose control
Of all within, that makes me feel
I'm in control and no one can steal
My core, my soul, my very being
And all those things that make me me
But every sin I can't outrun
And every deed I know I've done
Feeds the demons, now growing strong
With each bite they take, my pain prolonged
Until, under darkened skies, with hanging clouds
And blowing winds, that scream and howl
I will lie here dead, within these walls
As the world passes by, with all it's sounds