dark demons

my dark demons of depression come
clanging up the stairs across the threshold
their tentacles slither and slide around
the door a creeping fog swirling
full skirted dancers offering a hand
to join the razzle dazzle on the floor
flashing strobes of magic light
magically changing back to darkness
and suckling me with toxic thought
while twirling me about the room
captivating and colourful until
they change and show their truth
as creatures holding all the light
keeping it just out of my reach
while wrapping me in their arms
turning me around and around
dizzying I fall prey to them
they descend and devour

© 12 August 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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