Space For Rent
Alone I sit,
and yet never alone,
for You are always with me.
You, my demons, my devils,
you who dare lure me with promises
of affection.
You sleep, until I am alone.
Then suddenly, you are there,
inside my already shattered mind.
Talking, convincing, cajoling.
“There. See the knife? Take it.
a little pain is nothing, and what of
a little blood?”
I remember the sweet pain,
sweet to the point of sensuality.
“There. See the pills? Take them.
Sleep. A long slumber is all that
death is.”
To feel the strong arms of death
around me, and not fail.
Isn’t it that which I have been
striving to achieve for years?
Leave me in peace, demons!
I will not surrender to you or to death.
My life my not be worth much,
but it is still worth living,
at least for now.
So leave me be, my devils!
I refuse to pick up the knife!
I refuse to swallow the pills!
I will not hear you.
This is one game you will not win.
Go! Torment another, for this tormented
has turned the tables.
Farewell my demons.
For tho there is now an empty space in my head,
something new shall fill it.
Something full of life and love.
And so the sign goes up,
“Space for Rent”.
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