My demons have been living in my mind
rent free, for years now...
I'm too scared to evict them
so I just pretend like they're not there.
Even when they're stomping the floor
to heavy metal music
having orgies with angels
who suffer burns from their flames,
through all of it I just sit here
with a cup of coffee and a book
while they shake the plaster ceiling
of my sanity.
I haven't slept in days
I'm angry, guilty, drunk, and tired
and they're up laughing about
all the things they're getting away with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this piece. It's a clever way of approaching a subject one has difficulty putting into words. Very nice poem.