Demons

My demons are sneaky,
Lurking about.
They stalk and they chase
Coming in,
Going out.
They know where to go,
And just where to be,
To scare and to haunt,
All that is me.

These monsters don’t sleep,
They need little rest,
So my tired heart,
Beats right through my chest.
I hide, they seek.
Each moment anew.
There is no way out,
I must go Through!