Friday, June 18, 2010

Alone by Paul Hellweg


Sometimes I wonder

why I feel so alone

when really I’m not.

Each and every night

my demons show up

to haunt and tease,

chide and ride.

There’s enough of them

to drink all my beer,

play all my music,

ransack the cupboards

and freezer too.

Demons never clean up,

they always leave

trash on the floor,

dirty dishes everywhere,

movies, books, poems

strewn here and there.

They’re definitely callous,

these demons of mine,

they don’t leave till I collapse,

they never say goodnight

or goodbye,

they don’t say, “See you again,”

but they’ll be back,

and I know when.

Sometimes I wonder.