Hungry Demons is a poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was going through a bit of a hard time. Though I have to say, suffering with autoimmune diseases that affect my sleep, some of it still rings true today.
Hungry Demons
In the early hours
unbidden thoughts arise
like hungry demons
to tear away at the edge of my peace.
I review scenarios
how I could have responded differently.
Opportunities lost and
those that could be created.
Dark thoughts of loss and misery
with no real foundation
but that bounce around my mind
like the echo of forgotten things.
And always, the straying into thoughts of death
a strange palpable longing
that I observe dispassionately, bizarre
given my happiness.
Hungry demons leave me with
uncertainty of the triggers
and trepidation in exploring
my stray thoughts too deeply.
(c) Dorothy Berry-Lound
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My name is Dorothy Berry-Lound an artist and writer. You can find out more about my art, and where you can buy prints, at https://dorothyberryloundart.com.
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