Tuesday 8 January 2013

Demons of a past


One encounter
forever trapped in your mind
demons of lust and denial
what they brought you was pain
forced to touch….
he made you impure
therefore…no cure
Abandoned in so many ways
a child,  a boy, young man.
A flight,
the turn?
fun started
darkness was not gone
around your eyes
in your eyes
still running from a past
demons gathered
Lost your love and left your home…
Black eyes,
black look
Blind for the light your present brings.

J. Geerdens

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