I feel you slithering around me
as I lay here, shaking, broken.
You only come around during these times.
When it is believed
I am at my weakest.
You and your other demons
have been hoping for this moment.
I should have expected you
when the snap occurred
and my bones became weak.
The scream must have been
your signal to try
what you and your kind
have attempted so many times before.
Lessons should have been learned
each time you believe I am broken.
I am gathering strength to stand
against the demons you bring.
One day you will learn
I am not broken.
September 25, 2021
@Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2021
10/6/2021 07:06:08 pm
Wow, Andy, this is a great poem! I enjoyed reading it. Garry and I always have been a fan of yours and your writing. Keep on writing! Thank you very much for sharing your poetry!
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