Defeating the Demon...

Rosalinda Rumpsa
3/7/17
I measure my sadness day by day
My inconsistent nature scares most away
The guilt makes it worse
A spiral of darkness begins-
So dense and heavy, it’s spin can’t stop
Im sorry Im not there for you
You see, I’m barely standing, I am so weak
Be patient- It's not personal
This ugly I feel reveals my worst, so I hide away
It's a weight that comes to me
Like an unwelcome pest
It latches and breaks me- an impossible test
I must battle it alone
I know you want to help me,
Stay away, I can’t protect you
The damage can spread quickly
Let me heal, and then it will go away...
but only temporarily
Stand outside and wait. I’ll be back shortly.
For now let me disappear. I must hide this ugly sight.

I'm not feeling well today, my Demon and I must fight.

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