As the sun peeks over the horizon,

My demons too awaken.

Mind numbing monotonicity of the day,

Need to, have to break away.

They never rest always buzzing about,

The breath out of my lungs they knock out.

Each day brings a multitude of battles,

Head swims, hands shake, my soul rattles.

Suck out the life, I muffle my cries,

They are dementors in disguise.

Should not, must not, ought not stop fighting,

And so I must keep writing.

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