David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Tormenting Demons


We all have our demons
that haunt us from time to time,
mistakes we feel we made
we are unable to correct.
We wish we could push back time
and reverse our errors.
The decisions reverse to another path,
but we can never go back to change
those things that weigh heavily
in the lonely troubles hours
as we try and shake
those demons from our head.
The longer we live
the deeper the demons go
until we question everything,
good, bad right or wrong.
Our life gets so tormented
that we want to let it go,
but each time something
or someone stops us
from going over the brink.
Dragging us back again
so our tormenting demons
can start again,
and live in a perpetual night
which is our demon’s delight
with our inner voices
causing us chaos once more.



22 June 2013

Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013

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  • Lorraine Colon (6/23/2013 6:19:00 PM)

    How true. Those demons love to torment us.We must learn to sweep them away and not let them get a hold. Life is not easy, and we do the best we can.We don't need demons reminding us of wrong paths taken. I wonder if Wal Mart sells Demon Spray? Ha ha. If so, it's probably flying off the shelves. Good poem! (Report) Reply

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