This isn’t a poem of darkness
Even I can’t fight my demons with one eye
Today I thought about my angel
Gosh I really hope I have one
Imagine if it has just been me and my demons all this time
Screaming
My Angel plays a never ending game of hide and seek
I didn’t accept to play
But he went off to hide
That’s what I tell myself because I never see him
Sometimes I imagine he’s weeping in the corner
You know, when the demons have me in a choke hold
But this is not about darkness
The demons can have me
I can’t fight squinting through one eye
Yes this is a poem about allergies that have swelled up my entire face
I’m suffering
So I’m allowed to break rules and make up words
It’s all I can manage through one eye
I can pretend that’s why I don’t rhyme
This is a poem of undarkness