Facing Demons

Darkness in room so thick breath is drawn from lungs and soul.
Feeling of death coming to collect it's bounty, it's due, it's toll.
Crashing, falling across the room to means of escape, a locked door.
Hands soaked of sweat, behind something quickly moves across the floor.
Slithering and sliding,the horror progressed, escalated, terror grew.
Sucking sounds as if blood being devoured, then as if it had begun to chew.
Shaking, sweaty cramped hands hopelessly sliding from lock and door.
Eyes keep seeking in absolute darkness for what goul is hunting on the floor.
Now it has risen, though this hunter of the dark has always walked upright.
Suddenly One sees, widened mouth, dripping fangs, what a hellish fright.
What was created inside you of sin is now vessel of rotten flesh, awful life.
Facing demon of self-deprecation, set forth to make evil wrongs right.







Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-08-17 at 23:54

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, Yes! You are speaking my language. There is always the dark side of light. You speak of this on your page. I see you can express this side very well and so vividly. We must know this side to recognize it. I, too, have written of such things and it helps write these parts of our lives out into the open. Facing Demons is just what we do. Opening the door is exposing them to the Light.

Your imagery is outstanding. The rhythms and rhyming patterns make this a joy to read outloud and add suspense to the already macabre subject of this poem. I can hear Vincent Price reading this! How Perfect!! Stephen King for sure!! :) kathy
2016-08-26