Dominic R.

Demons

by Dominic Romero

At times I sit inside my cell

trying to escape a personal hell,

my demons screaming in my head

begin to fester, demise and dread.

Sometimes I take flight, leaving what’s real,

thinking I’ve forgotten these things that I feel.

And all of a sudden, it all starts to come back—

the demons are laughing, my mind under attack.

Bringing myself back thinking all can be lost,

hoping for sanity and at any cost.

Looking for love in a higher dimension,

thinking of love I’ve lost only for my mind’s protection.

Stopping and wishing sometimes I was dead,

then think of my life, my kids and think no regret.

Because these things make me the man that I am,

Once again to do the best that I can.

Maybe one day I will break these chains.

Maybe one day stop putting drugs in my veins.

As we all know that time won’t ever stop,

Someday I’ll persevere, someday get to the top.