my thoughts stay with me
as I keep writing the same story
many times i have said sorry
to the demons that feed on me.

l alone feel the pain of hoping in the wrong perception.
weaving a wall of illusions to deceive myself.

the agony i feel when the demons awake me.
the reality i have been left to relive.

the realm of thoughts i writh in
just because time can't find me.

alone I can't write my story
dying slowly as poetry takes my hands
to those who read,am sorry for not having the time I need.
but in poetry,I abidicate the story of me
© samir