DEMONS OF THE MIND
In the darkness of night it hides,
A demon that lies in wait,
From the shadows it silently creeps,
With furtive eye anticipates.
For the moment to stab its prey,
With its trident hot from hell,
And no soothing balm or unguent,
This howling anguish can quell.
Wounded, awake I watch,
How the fiend stalks and flays,
No sleep this mind can take,
It neither goes nor stays.
When will it stop dear god?
This malevolence is hard to bear,
To witness terror and dread,
When all on offer is care?
I wonder if even this,
Is enough to wipe the tears?
Can caring appease a spirit?
Broken with disquiet and fears.
Sujata
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