My Demons

Paula Dotson Frew
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

My demons, oh my

Demons, they do screech,

And they do wail

Like the tires

Of a sports car

Hurtling headlong

Into a tree.

But the demons

Of my demons are quiet

And serene as they nip

At my brow

And gain access

To my mind

Through the furrows

Of many battles

Lost.

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