Dark Demons Washed in Sunlight…..

Dark Demons washed in direct sunlight…..

Dark days when my life carreared into that impossible void I so wanted and wished I’d avoid.

When your entire existence smashes into uncountable pieces. Screaming at the sky, shouting “God, Why”.

Walking in broad daylight when your heads locked in darkness and your eyes fixed on the badness.

Asking yourself question after question, not receiving the answers.

Roaming around not going forward, lost in a battle, beaten and broken, facing the fears like you’ve enjoyed the torture, when in fact your just waiting for the tears to stop to refocus.

Life and the demons you meet, glared into eyes glazed with their grief.

Oceans of turmoil, drenched in tears, battled with chaos over the years.

Turning life’s fierce announcements into smiles you lived so long without.

Banging your head from pillar to post, hanging up the fragments that almost erased your last thoughts, wearing them on occasions when the dates tick back round.

Life’s downfalls, torrid times, days you fell further than you did the last time.

Picking yourself up, dusting off the gloom, making room for You. This is your castle and it’s not made of glass, cast out what’s not needed and look forward to the rest.

You’ve been downhill far too long now it’s time to claw back up to a level playing ground.

The smiles you glowed before the sadness showed, dark shaded eyes, head tilted down, look around and what makes you tick, find that smile and totally run with it.

It didn’t kill you, it hurt like hell but your ability to shine in your darkest hours means more to yourself and how you smile at your demons.

These mental memories walk amongst your shadow so best wash your dark demons in direct sunlight.

Lee David Wright

Published by Lee David Wright

Hi there, I'm Lee, I live in the UK in a small town called Blackburn. If I'm not working in the steel industry or training in karate, I'm out walking and taking pictures. I love taking photos and making them beautiful. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a very long time. My writing run alongside my issues,  personal pitfalls, and experiences through life. Some experiences sad, some dark, but always honest. I treat my writing as my personal therapist., letting my thoughts out in words. This releases my inner demons and settles my personal head space.

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