The Demons you see when Hope Leaves

Written in 2012 Worthless words work their way around my weak self-image They liberate themselves from me, for hope of a better tomorrow They are impervious to intense scrutiny I am envious of my own manifestations In an instant they are gone Sitting in a corner and asking myself why it’s so hard Shaking the hands of imaginary demons who tell me what to write I ignore them, passing by their advice…