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Demons

Demons of the Past

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The demons of our past stand naked,
Running free through the fields of our mind.
And we hide, we hide from ourselves,
This past which cannot be denied.

The ranger passes through, singing,
And the mist does slowly disappear.
Yet the demons go on cowering,
In these songs we hold so dear.

Raging through the wild dust storms,
These demons bring naught but strife.
Lurking, waiting, to pounce upon us,
As we go about trying to live this short life.

The rain pours, and the willow whispers,
Yet all that can be heard are the voices.
These demons, always screaming in the head,
Of the past, and once made choices.

Exhaustion seeps into the mind so silently,
Exacerbating the insanity within these thoughts.
The demons feed with such power,
The battle seems lost even before it has been fought.

Somewhere along the paths of destruction,
Lie the shadows that evolve from the light.
And these demons striving so hard to kill from within us,
Too must die at the hands of the fading night.

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I bow down to the demons,
For I was but a truant,
Waiting in the darkness,
Never stepping into the light.

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And fellow bloggers and readers, I am back! I am just too much in love with writing to take a break. Glad the phase is over, glad that I could make up my mind.

Writ in Stone

Written Verse

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The past is writ in stone,
The present fluid,
The future hazy.

Burn the stone, but the past cannot be erased,
Break it, but the words shall remain,
Bury it, but it shall never decay.

The words written are permanent,
They may seem to fade,
But will come back someday with clarity.

The past cannot be avoided,
Cannot be forgotten,
Cannot be annihilated.

The past is, and shall always be words writ in stone…

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We are but the slaves of Time,
Waiting silently for the fall of darkness,
Conquering the last breath on our lips.

The words whispered in the depths of the past,
Echo in these gifts bestowed upon us,
They are but a faint fragrance lost in the wind.

Broken are the words that travel around the world,
Lost are the memories that forged them,
As the sands bury the smiles lingering softly in the air.

The Past still lives on, permanent, unmoved,
Sometimes forgotten, sometimes newly discovered,
Existing always, writ in stone.

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False words cannot alter,
That which has already passed,
For the truth prevails above all.

We may strive to hide behind a mask,
Some behind good, others behind evil,
But a mask cannot hide us from ourselves.

We hide from a past out to haunt us,
As if shadows could erase who we are,
Alas, we only obliterate that which could have been.

We regret, we fight, we cower in the darkness,
All in vain, as we choose an enemy undefeated,
For the past is writ in stone.

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