Poem; Demons

Demons live within us. They don’t come and go. The hide in our souls. They come back when we least expected. When we show some signs of wellbeing. When we start to smile too much. When It looks like we’re on the right path. That's when they come back. To destroy our positive state of … Continue reading Poem; Demons

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Poem; Mental mess.

Mental illness. Mental mess. Chronically ill. Where is the thrill? There is none. There isn’t any fun. Just misery. Brought me to me via anxiety. Which creates more havoc. What’ else can I do Doc? Before it’s too late. Before I dissipate.   Peace and serenity Lawrence Copyright July 2018