Every night,
I take the demon
Out on a walk.
Everyday,
I abandon it
On the sidewalk.
But before I sleep
It comes back
running.
I has memorized
Its way
Home.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
