Demons – Smith Shine Poetry

Old Demons Wait

I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”

Hell

your lies pick the gates of hell. unleashing the demon, you did tell.

Ill fated energy

In the aroma of a lilac scented garden a manic majestic wonder explodes. In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities threshold. Dancing with spirits, they permit to this safety of euphoria. Though an ill fated energy conflicted in dysphoria. Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain. The demon’s curse glossed over by anContinue reading “Ill fated energy”