Inner demons

April 14, 2009
By Jacob Ginga SILVER, Spencer, Massachusetts
Jacob Ginga SILVER, Spencer, Massachusetts
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My inner demons?
Their always scheming
But trapped they are
In my intricate jar
They sit here next to me
One by one
Ill let them breath

Free them with
My words
And thoughts
That Fill these margins
With memories

1 Breath to a stroke
This pen breaths needs
From me to here
Wont leave me be
My weapon of choice
My solid voice

So the ink
That I spill
Is nothing to
The love
That I will.

This pen
Hints to my hand
Up to my shoulder
Whispers secrets in my ear
As pictures develop
Over this long year

Lets impress
Lets depress
Stop hey
No repress
Stop hey
Now regress
Is the circle of me
My inner demons
Scheming to be

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