My demons are nuts for my poetry

Open my eyes to the unseen
Allow me to see what is within
All the dark and all the scared
All the lost and all the dead.

I lay here between the cracks
I might be damaged, I might be dead
Don’t leave me now, don’t let me drown
Grab my hand and crawl deep down.


I suck at poetry but this kept screaming inside my head while I took my walk, so I had to write it down.