Demons Poem by Phil Soar

How do I drive all my demons away?
They hover around me, and I hate that they stay,
No matter my purpose, they haunt me like ghosts
And my deepening depression is what haunts me most

Speaking a language I'd rather not know
Taunting me daily, and the words linger so
I can't handle demons, and have no-ones trust
I wish I could banish them into the dust

I wake, and they seek out my own self esteem
They instigate mind games, and force me to dream
And when I am sleeping, they still impact me
I wake in a cold sweat, unable to see

How Do I restore love, without some degree?
Of deep understanding of what motivates me
For without some sense of what I'm all about
There is little chance of me driving them out