Mar 10
And I See the Demon Face
Time and space
Translocation to this place
Alone and cold
I’m tired and I’m old
When sleep comes upon
I feel weak over strong
I lay to my place
And then I see the demon face
Tight on my chest
Holding my fear
Closely he rests
His fear in my mouth
My heart in his hand
I’m here in my room
But awake in another land
Reading this brought back raw emotions of the experience. Your gift is incredible.
Wow…I could strangely relate to this poem. That is how I felt when I was going through chemo for breast cancer. Your work is amazing!!!