A POEM A DAY 95

MY DARKNESS, MY DEMON

She is my darkness
She is my demon, too
She is with me
When I rise and when I rest
She follows me throughout the day
She is my Black Hole Sun
Every calendar day of the year
She doesn’t understand the meaning of rest
She's like a hamster in a wheel
Running with purpose in my direction
No matter the detour I may take
Come rain or shine
She's there
Patiently waiting
For the slightest fissure to appear
In hopes of making an entrance
My darkness
My demon

Simona A. Brinson

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