Daemons #13

I exist only when eyes are closed,

Sleepness nights you spend daily,

you hunger for equality amidst,

the tortures and pains of this world.


Within your reach, your comfort lives,

but you are too scared to reach around me,

and yet too proud to turn your back,

either you are stupid or incredibly brave.


What, they ask, are your daemons?

What are you scared of in the dark?

What is the monster under your bed?

What makes you leave the lights on?


And as you close your eyes, you see me,

and you know, I am your daemon.

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