A poem about a man who is battling demons.

Holding on for dear life, Holding on her arm, The devil in in my sights, Laughing in my face.

I scorn him, But he is ready to overtake me, He is ready to embed my head, I cant let him.

She is the wisdom, The antidote, The medication, The shining light.

So i take a few pills, And take drink of holy water, To relieve myself, From a devil who is ready to strike..

Submitted: June 27, 2011

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