Ingrained Demons Poem by Leaking Pen

My best play of the day
Is to take my troubles with me
And Drive my car as fast as mechanically possible
And plunge 80 feet from the steepest cliff.

There are other ways to die,
Unlike a brave soldier in the field
Or plants succumbed to winter’s freeze.
I die every day from inner pains;
Ingrained demons I cannot control.
What relief to finally engage my belief;
Prove Dad’s echoes wrong after all these years.
I am not cowardly or a couch potato
I took a definite action and purposely
Put and end to His and my misery.

May 9th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014