Poem -

Behold All My Literary Demons

Hey you, listen to me ..
I am already
just a little bit dead
and the rest
of me is just dying ..
So for those
who might choose
to visit, be warned ..
I am not just
typing out words
metaphorically ..
Since I am sure what
will eventually
remain behind of me,
shall be none other
than my literary demons ..

 

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Marion

Ah I know about those having posted them for quite a few years...it is the demons in us that want to be written about ...desperately... I think...I'm not sure if we're born with them or collect them on our journey...keep writing my friend, whatever you say is always compelling to read...hugs X

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Neville

I'm not sure either .. about them there demons .. I shall endeavour to write on tho regardless .. cheers M x

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Marion

Well it's bloody good to know you aren't leaving...phew!! 🙂🙃🤩😊

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Lorna

 Hh Neville,  love this....feels to me like .....what's left is the essence of the writer and person behind those words, cave art, hand written words then in print, and now online ...as writers we all want to some how leave a mark that we were here.
really liked this
Lorna xx
 

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Neville

Many thanks on their way Lorna .. so very much appreciated .. x

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