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Demon’s Descent

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

 

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.  

 

Author:

Penny Wilson is an international writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Most recently, you can find her poetry in an anthology by WordCrafter Press called Poetry Treasures. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/

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