Wrestling With My Demons Poem by Robert Williams

In the shadows of our past, demons lurk,
Trauma's grip, a burden we must bear.
Life's lessons, an enigma, no guidebook,
We wrestle with our demons in despair.

Is trauma a teacher, a cruel design,
To toughen us or tear our souls apart?
In the haze of life's fleeting vapor line,
The demons haunt, consuming every heart.

Some find solace, escaping their dark hold,
While others, trapped, relive the pain each day.
No lesson plan, no understanding told,
We wrestle with our demons, come what may.

In the echoes of our past, they remain,
A relentless force, driving us insane.
With no respite, no hope to ascertain,
We wrestle with our demons, to no gain.

...theBastardPoet...