Demons the only figment of our imagination that's real,
No not in the biblical sense it's in the way we project past trauma,
You see I'm not those men and they aren't me,
Far from perfect I'm known to make mistakes,
But my intentions with you are the purest thing about me besides being a father,
The thing is your not alone I'm fighting your demons to,
It's a battle sometimes getting close to you,
Don't worry though I'm a worthy opponent only because you're worth it,
I know from those moments you let your gaurd down,
Now I know not every fight is worth it you gotta pick your battles,
But for you I'll risk it all for like John Snow at the battle of the bastards.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story

Our real demons are from our past