C.N. Cornell

Demon Mists - Poem by C.N. Cornell

I feel them creeping up on my,
my insecurities.
Swirling like a black mist,
the demons i cant see.
Without the ability to set things right,
I travel through this life,
devoid of all my fight.
With each word that is left unspoken,
more and more of my heart is broken.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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