Saturday, 16 February 2019

BURIED MY DEMON


I finally had the courage to lay my demon to sleep 
I buried it among ruins, laid it a wreath with my shattered soul to it
I sang it a dirge, long written, without a melody
I gave it a farewell, meant for strangers, because I just never understood this company that came uninvited.

I wrote on its tombstone the only memory it is won’t to have.
“Here lies pains that took without asking, leaving its victims lost in unechoed space”


Today I spread the dust to this demon, sent it back to the abyss where it came from.
This ash, I blow to the winds of history.
I looked the epitaph in the eye, daring it tell a lie if it can.
I exchange its thorns for sunny flowers, a rose to remind it of  taste of its poison

I dance at the sound of wailings, glad that mourners could let my being gyrate again.
I wiggle and jiggle to the reverberate from the grave diggers, as they shovel more sand on the casket.
I watch with excitement, as your remains disappear from sight.
Today, I buried my demon.





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