Demon’s Descent


 

I feel the descent.  I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss.  Falling.  Yet, grasping the rim.  Holding on to the light.

I feel as if I’ve been kicked in the chest.  The pain is palatable.  Heavy, so very heavy.  Head in hands.  Sleep, blessed sleep.  Dream away the darkness that steals the light and penetrates the soul.

The demons.  They steal into my room to close the blinds and bolt the doors; hiding me from reality.  They whisk me away into the night to feed on my will; my strength.  Just out of reach is the sunlight that warms me.

Do I have the strength this time?

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*Don’t worry my friends, I’m fine, just in a foul mood.  

 

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