Demons

Your past is carefully locked up, demons and all. It makes you feel stronger in the now, knowing there’s an iron door between your two worlds. You have never once opened that door, though the demons are rearing to have a go. You could never face them yourself, because you were never strong enough for that kind of thing.

Such doors are never meant to be opened alone. That world comes into discourse only when you can rely on the strength of someone else, the one who coaxes you to face your demons.

I open that door

I see it; I see those red eyes now

Staring intently, sensing my fear

I tremble on the doorstep

You give me a slight push

And I cross the threshold

 

They don’t attack all at once

(Yes, ‘they’ are more than one)

They wait for me to choose my opponent

I start with the oldest, the weakest

And as my triumph slays fear,

You look jubilant, from the corner…

 

I move on to the others

The ghosts & the vicious ones

I raise my sword and shield,

But it is stronger, it hits back

I look to you for help

And see you cowering, terrified

 

I stare in shock then comprehend,

My demons scare you more!

They have unified, ready to pounce

I realize I am alone in this fight

A moment of panic, a scream

I need to get out, “get out now!”

 

But you have still not moved

As the monsters strike, I flee;

My fingers slam the door shut

Divided again, my two worlds

But now you’re in there, locked in that room

Locked within my past

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Time

 

Time is what we need

If it never slipped from our fingers

Wouldn’t it be man’s greatest inventions

If he could only hold time?

“You earn, you travel,

You read and even love;

You sing and dance,

You laugh and eat merry;

Why are you discontent still?

What would you rather be doing?”

 

“Something worthwhile

Something, worthy of time”