Demons

Demons 

 

Standing, sitting, lying down, even when I sleep, 

Tormented by the Demons with the noises they make, 

Hissing, whistling, ringing, screaming and buzzing, continuously within deep, 

Endlessly repeating week after week, 

Louder and louder they torment until they decide to play hide and seek. 

Whispering within deep,  

Pretending to be asleep, 

Back with a vengeance to torment me, 

Day and night,  

Week by week, 

Awakening me from my sleep, 

Slowly into despair I go, 

Tormented, Out of reach, 

Deafened by the noise, 

Sometimes I cannot here people speak, 

Isolated and alone feeling week, 

Invisible to others the illness is, 

No injuries no scars visible to see,  

Alone but for my torment,  

Frustrating me. 

Tears of the Eye