Jul
12th
Sat
12th
Poem of the day…
The demon sleeps within,
Wishes to be fed, its hungers have been satisfied for so long,
Send him screaming to bed,
No supper for eternity,
A slumber unending,
He may be missed at times,
A friend who kicks you when you’re down,
Spits in your face,
And throws his dishes emptied on the ground
Wherein they smash into a million,
Tiny shards,
Dismantling images carved days,
Or years before.
