My demons

Firm scribbles on a page

Thick screeches on a pane

The demons invade my mind,

And I long for peace once deprived.     

Smoke and escape all of it,

Drink till the sounds make sense no more,

Blaze then gaze as the sands of time trickle down; one grain after another.

But the demons can retaliate,     

For I’ve been warned against these vices,     

And I heeded to the heart that cares,

But more so because of pity,

For I’ve been misunderstood,

And will never be understood.

M. Kinoti. J

Jan 2012©