I thought this was in keeping with my blog. I like this poet.

Shawn L. Bird

You don’t believe in God

but you know demons,

up close and personally.

The ever present haunting,

sometimes out of sight

but never far,

is a billowing storm cloud,

black and ominous,

waiting to pour down upon you

waiting to wash out your roads

waiting to carry you away

too rife with hopelessness

to thrash against it.

A demon rides your shoulder,

its claws clinging to your skin,

its fury held at bay by

an umbrella of medicaments,

a pharmaceutical shelter

from the storm,

inadequate against a

demon’s tempest.

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