Demonation Poem by Mariam Yusuf

Silent depth of chaos,
Immersion like a volcano.
Striving for solitude and peace
Yet a ranging Storm on the inside...

Simmering heat below the icy calm
A residue of Burns becoming the flowers stem
Flowing through the tides,
Living behind marks that will forever be seen
Seen on the inside, by the one who dares to peep.

Scars that'll mark each Pierce of every demon in there
Every demon making a statement, a script that can't be blotted, acted out by them
In their confines
Deep within, their very own nation.

They plant scars like thorn_vines,
Beautiful roses Piercing thorn stems
Crawling vines with long claws.
Screeching tearing slicing pain
Left deep in my body like the poison bane.
So for years to come, I'll bear the marks they left.

The marks standing tall
Like skyscrapers,
Blocking out the ray of sunlight.
Leaving it to shine only on the surface_
My face
So you'll never see the battles that go on in my demonation.