Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/17/poesiademoni/


And they come back,

from the past,

they won’t let you  rest,

they keep hitting, and it’s gonna last.

But one day,

you opened the door, the seal,

where you closed them.

But you know they’re not real,

just inside of you,

and they want you as their meal,

It’s your time they want to steal.

But you did want to face them,

to face what you felt behind,

so you can be free,

so you can stop being blind.

Time to change your mind,

to change your life,

new things to find.

You thought you were strong enough,

to face your demons,

and you did,

even if it was tough.

You involved innocent people,

and then you lost them, and you cared.

This is bad, this is rough,

now you’re free,

feeling as you’re out of a sough.

You’ve paid a price,

for this freedom slice.

But now you see them with their real faces,

now you can love your demons, monsters, mistakes,

you can take them in your embraces.

You can love your fears,

you can love your tears.

It was bad, but necessary.

Sorry that I did this harm…

For real.



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