Demons of our past…
A battle with the shadows of yesterday…
By Kenneth cruzPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
I’m still fighting demons of our past
They mock and laugh from the shadows
Trap broken shards like a cast
Your henchmen I suppose
Their eyes match your glare
You never cared
Never us
You
About the Creator
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Oh my, this had so many layers to it. Loved it!