interacting with devils you can feel it
the peril of fright... deafening
succumbing to this feeling dangerous
keep your head, move one foot in front of the other
vindictive snickering, and yes they are laughing
it is their way of speach…sarcasm
of a fierce nature they are brutal
but they can be lovely
candlelight warmth to behold their smile
with the world they are cold and caculated
with me they are the horde
confronting my passive thoughts
they tell me it is necessary to feel passionately one way or another
to be determined and take my steps purposefully without hesitation
so I look ahead and take firm steady steps
with the will of steel lest I be knocked off my feet
dreaded fate, they are familiar
entertaing madness I show no fear
stark reality is to exist
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Felt this one. Appreciate you.
Damian