Demons Haunt #Poems by Alejandro N. Marrero

Give me isolation for the medicine has ceased to work
The sacrifices I’ve made for pills and tinctures that reduce the hurt
I’m not a bad person nor is my day filled with sinful remorse
Still, no matter what I do it seems I’ll never sleep outside a hearse

My anxiety starts before I realize it’s taken it’s grips
I’m doing mundane things there’s no reason for any of it
I get knots on my shoulders and my neck is now in pain
My fingers tremble, I’m hunched over and nothing feels sane

Give me a winning ticket so money falls on my lap
I’d use it wisely for the benefit of self and others I can promise you all of that
I want to go into the mountains and live in little towns
A place where neighbors hang without an invitation and without distractions I’m appreciated when I’m sound

My demons sink their claws with venom into the muscles of my body
The pain is not as horrible as this frightful stress and unmerited anxiety
If only people saw the casts inside of me
The crutch inside that proves I’m broken or survived life’s treachery

Still no one understands
Not really though I’ve heard enough prayers and seen enough actions to know it’s true
The devil anyone ever cares about is the ones dwelling inside them too
I’m probably strong, a survivor or filled with determined fortitude
Still it doesn’t keep me from looking for more places of blessed solitude with yes a damn nicer view

Give me isolation a white dove of peaceful olive posed grace
Give me contentment to bear what I always seem to find or face
Chase away my demons and detox me from its poisons
I want the normal sleep powers and less shakes to prove them

I’m not much of an example but they look to me anyways
I’ve got a way with words, compassion and kindness they say
It’s true I can compose myself enough for a select and chosen few
However, I’m sick of chasing friends not one but more than Two
Still no one knows how taxing and hard it is to hang with one or several of you.

Inside of me there’s a mirror and it’s got three sides
One shows the world the present
The right and left are lies
Maybe fiction is to hard a word to describe my my inner thoughts
Still, I never said I was dishonest I’ve just been honest from the start
The past a wicked torment that haunts my nightmares and my sleep
The future full of promise yet it doesn’t exist yet you see?

The past is done
No amount of dwelling on it will make the rerun won
The future is a dream
No amount of wishing will come out as it seems
Give me Isolation for the meds never seem to work
Don’t judge me for my bad days I’m kind it’s not me who’s been the jerk

Give me isolation for the medicine has ceased its work
The sacrifices I’ve made for pills and tinctures that reduce the ever edge of hurt
I’m not a bad person nor is my day filled with sinful remorse
Still, no matter what I do it seems I’ll never sleep outside that future hearse

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