Demon

A poem by Beverly Stock.

Secluded in room bare of light

I enter battle in the night

Against a foe, my dreams in tow

A blank faced demon I don’t know.

His banner over me a sword

My string-like bones, his harpsichord

And in sudden whirlwinds breath

I feel he has secured my death.

Before conclusion I’ll spite this strife

On to the source of revealing light

My antacids will at last proclaim

My demon, “Fast Food” is to blame.

Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.