What’s lost is found
In silent sound
That whisper in your ear.
Questioning the world around
Standing heavy on hollow ground
Feeding on your deepest fear.
Demons speak
Intent to make you weak
So find the demon’s name.
Your cross to bear,
In a world not fair,
Play the demon’s game.
The truth you hold
Will make you bold
And stronger than before
As reality lies
And confidence dies
Battle the demons of lore
Play the demon’s game
Find the demon’s name
Gain strength in silent sound
As they whisper in your ear
Feeding from your deepest fear
What’s lost will soon be found.
About the Creator
Patrick O'Connor
I often end up not being the one that writes my stories. My characters do. They always find ways to surprise me.
I started with quotes, which turned into poetry, and now I'm working on novels.
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