Tired while fighting against your demons
So tired while trying to turn off their ongoing blame
While trying to bring you to your senses
I’m only loosing energy and filling up with shame
There’s no gain nor end to this game
And it will bring me no fame
Only the loss of my peace and mind
Trying to apologize to and calm down your demons – I was trying to be kind
Kind to you while still appreciating your good qualities
Your good ideas that are your happily buzzing bees
I accidentally stepped on one of your bees while walking through the woods and thinking – I AM sorry
Now your demons’ spit has turned too sour SO I worry
While your demons are ripping out the petals of every and each flower in the countryside
And cursing and spitting me in and out and to the moon and back
Then – with all respect – I slowly start to believe it is brain that you sometimes lack
Look out of the window – such beautiful day and the sun is shining
Why do you have to keep on cursing and whining
Instead of heading out and enjoying the sun
Do you really regard cursing and quarreling about nothing and everything as the true ‘fun’?
Ah, I see – it’s not really ‘you’ but then again your demons that are reaching out to me
There really is the need of a way to block them out
Instead of hearing them scream and shout
But I myself am to blame as well as trying to talk to them at all because this only makes them sprout
So it seems to be recommendable to not help them double their forces while at war
By letting them gain more energy
This is the iron truth I am only able to see
When understanding as well the nature of the forces that are dwelling and leading the sword inside of me
Namely, the vanity and stupidity of convincing you to give up this unreasonable quarrel and to be free
By playing the glorious knight in his shiny amor I am only letting your demons touch me
Therefore I’m helping them to start a happy push and pull – reunion that only feeds them and deprives me of my original glee
Instead of leaving them behind like bleating sheep and cutting off ties and ends
Because your demons and me – they can never be friends
Oh those shrewd fires and hopes that dwell in us all
If not put out inside ourselves first they can reach us from outside with a call
And make themselves grow and lead us to fall
(Poem and story by illspk/ Copyright@illspk/ All poem- and story-rights reserved)
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