Mental Imp: A Poem

Scott Bauer
There lurks a demon above my head

It is red and dark with shining black eyes

A bird or an imp or maybe just a shadow of my mind

I know not its purpose

But there it lives and has remained for ages

Repeatedly it sweeps down and tears at my mentality

I strike at it, to no avail

So the beating I have retired to take

How or why is misty to me

For I have not asked for this beast

Or have I?

I dream that one day, very soon, it shall take over me

And I will be gone from this dark world

Maybe it is an omen of my asking

Published by Scott Bauer

Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why...  View profile

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