"They don't see me as an art, but I drew pictures in your mind.
I made thoughts gone wild with my words that were colored with black and white."
-Laezee (Art of Writing)

Sunday, November 27, 2022

His Demon

 
His Demon


I felt the same breeze as last year,
The breeze that strike me with a spear.
It was the same day back then,
But the day will never be again.

My heart was smiling like it won't last;
And what I thought was just a mask.
I was so happy from my family outing,
But he instantly change everything to melancholy.

It was the night when I learned to say No;
To his demands I felt so absurd.
I tried putting a joke on what I felt;
But he took it so seriously, silent treatment was my penalty.

I thought he wanted to keep in touch,
But he showed me I was too much.
I thought he just wanted to hear me talk,
But he reappears with a hefty storm.

I did my best to support his likes and hobbies;
Didn't mind spending my own money.
I guess I was never enough;
For someone who only sees me as a bluff.

It was the day I first met this new demon,
I learned to listen to all his sermons.
Everyday was like a battlefield inside of me;
I asked God, "Please come and save me."

But the saving was not that easy;
It brought more pain after facing it.
The world showed me that it was breaking;
I stood firm, smiling like I was ready.

Everyday I fought hard to win every battle;
Everyday it shakes me and gave me a rattle.
I thought I was slaying my own demon,
But I realized, I was facing his untamed demon.


                                                           -Laezee