The voices have escaped the confined walls of my head.
They run around
and hide in the shadows
Never too far behind , they watch my every move.
Every where I am
They are.
Silently watching and waiting.
Until I close my eyes to sleep.
And there I am,
face to face with my demons.
YOU ARE READING
Creave
PoetryA book of poems that are from my heart and carefully constructed onto a page.
