Unruly Demons
living with yourself
hard at times
fields, decorated with mines
snakes and ropes
some of which can bind
having to haul so much drama
these unruly demons
they feed on my trauma
sup on my feelings
it is tiring,
expiring and i could do –
with your tender reviving
guilt and shame
have such a weight
you see those who –
try to lighten it with hate
living with yourself
spokes on a buckled wheel
hopeful days and hopeful meals
i feel all of my days
just like rummaging in a tin
self esteem arrives, hanging onto –
your battle scarred grin
James Garratt – Wednesday 1st July 2020
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Unruly Demons – Written Wednesday 1st July 2020 (Aged 45)
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