I know of a Demon, who strive on plight. Some times, he likes to kill & other time to dither away

I remember one day, the sun was bright, and everything seemed right. I danced off guard, a little timid but mostly wise. Only to later meet the quiet night when he was again in sight

Reckoning the ways of creating ruckus & Making me feel lonely, for loneliness is his might.

Big parties, full of people, glasses clinked, extravagant delicacies but the Demon is always luring amidst. Concrete jungle, lit roads, fast pace life, and here the demon is more uprise.

Sometimes during office meetings, while making media plans, presenting decks the Demon is right at the back. I hide under the blanket, sometimes in the closet, hiding no one knows where..

Rejoiced in the arms of a lover not careworn by destination, like a larva care not to fall but rather learn to fly, he came again, I thought the Demon will keep the promise but it was all lie

The other day at the altar, singing glories I figured maybe it’s now a story.  How do I run & thrive, how do I muster courage to stand when he arrives, albeit can I really leave him behind…the Demon is non-other than this mind of mine