Confronting Demons

You bury your daemons
down deep in the well
lowered by rope and bucket
to the depths of yourself

And yet as you sit
in that comfortable chair
they climb right back up
they were always there

They fool with your sanity
battle your mind
laugh at the concept
all passes with time

Now as you sit
back straight and strong
you feel like a child
a child all along

there is no escape
there is no control
the demons you run from
are still in your soul

and you wish you could break them
set them on their way
they hold on so tightly
and never decay

and yet they bring comfort
they are who you are
who are you in freedom?
who are you in time?
who the hell would you be,
with out that answer to why?

So you sip your coffee
buckle in as you drive
hope that no one can hear you
when the cry hits your eyes

What can it matter
this person you'll be
the one who is longing
to finally break free