Legion

it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen

hell rises up
heaven falls
demons rush in
and pass through the walls
of the human psyche shored up
by gossamer gods and magic pills
tromp through mephitic mires of disbelief
brandishing swords, counting kills

nothing can protect you
not pleas, not prayers, nor unholy deals
from the metaphysical monsters I’ve set free
to nip and bite, sink razor teeth into your heels
and drag your bloody carcass down
into the tenebrous pits below
to rip apart your flesh
and feast upon your soul

it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen

An old poem from a previous blog.

Photo from Pixabay

Inside My Head

 

Nowhere is safe,
I’ve heard it said.
One place is safe–
Inside my head.
There no one can touch.
There no one can hurt.
There I am a rock,
Solid, hard—a little girl cursed.
Half a century of walls
Erected, plastered, pasted, glued
Hold the pieces of me together,
Never to be moved.
Do not look for a door,
No opening can be found.
Ironclad, it shelters an innocent child
Who built her safe place around
A fragile mind,
A chaste heart,
Protected from the monsters
Who gleefully tore her apart.
No comfort for this little child
For no one can enter this castle deep.
All alone, forever alone,
She sits there yet and weeps.