What do you do
When the demons
That hound you
have made home
in your heart
in your head
tearing you apart
and you don’t see
any way out
a way to be free
oceans of doubt
flood your own
sensibility and sense
where do you go?
The fog is dense
And its swallowed
Everything that’s you
Screaming wont help
Suffer is all you do
But then think again
And you’ll realize then
That you’re lucky
Because if you kill them
You’ll atleast have you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good inspiring write, its hard but not imposible to kill those demons and it surely feels good to be free of those too...thanks 10 rgds asif