My Demons

Fighting the demons inside
every moment
in a never ending war-
split into tiny battles
fought across an overgrown body!
Winning each battle
is essential-
if no for survival - for sanity.
The white flag of peace
ignored
for it is no longer white-
dark patches of colored memories
thick moss of recollection of
acts of desperation
better forgotten
smear its contours.

These rejected pieces of
peace offerings
then chase the mind
as it runs in circles
within the confined space of
cells and membranes.

The mad rush of adrenaline
the craving to bite the forbidden apple
over and over again
a restless crusade for some unknown cause...
Pause,
the mind cries for a pause,
a brief pause...

The cries are responded to
with monitored doses of
desperate concoctions
that lull senses to black slumber
dark and deep.
But, for how long?

The languid body wakes up
to the call of demons.
The fight resumes all over again!!