Creative Writing: Demon Demon

Demon, demon on my shoulder

Whispers in my ear.

“Tell me. Tell me now

Everything you hear.”

“All I tell you is the truth. You’ll

feel it in your heart.

I hear tell of your failures, your weaknesses,

your many false starts.

No one really likes you. They’re

all using you just the same.

For everything that does and has gone wrong,

you’re the only one to blame.

I hear tell that even God laughs,

when you kneel at the rail.

Your thoughts aren’t real. Your dreams are fake.

All you do will fail.

Everything is nonsense. All your

life is crap.

You’re much too scared for life now.

Your fear has become my trap.”

“But what of my girlfriend? Surely,

she must be for real.

She loves me so, is always true and

always will be there.”

“Are you kidding?”

the demon replied.

“She’s a nympho, never true

especially to you.

She’ll never leave? She’s gonna stay?

But what can you offer her?

You’re critical, condemning

Always in her ear.

With all your fears and each

insecurity.

When do you love her

And take her in your arms?

You really don’t. You really can’t.

She’s having an affair.

It doesn’t matter.  What’s the truth.

It’s all because you care.

It’s not your job, after all, to

keep her to your standard.

You’re always right. She’s better off

keeping up her guard

Over her life and love and each of her

decisions.

How could this be wrong? The peace has been replaced

with such beautiful confusion.

You little jerk, just a little more and you’ll

break her heart forever.

Listen now. It’s all a lie.  Forever

has now become a never.

That face she makes, when she’s on

top?

She’s making it now with another

who’s bringing her more pleasure.

Oh, my! You’re seeing red!

You’ve believed everything I’ve said.

What an ass, you little jerk.

Now for the coup d' grace.

Call her up and accuse her

of what has never been.

Break her heart. Shatter her dreams.

Leave her with the scene

Out of control, frantic, rabid,

acting, yes, the fool.

Oh! That sound was Carol shutting

up the door

Of her life, of her love,

of her little heart so poor.

She’ll go back to him

and stay right there

soaking up his abuse.

How could you compare?

She expects it from him. Never from

you. It’s easier to take

When it comes from one

you can’t even love.

She’s left you now, never returning,

thanks to the shove

And the slap, the stab

and the disrespect.

The actions you’ve preached

have nailed you to the track.

She’s gone for good. She’s moved on.

She’s never coming back.”

Then the demon laughed and his derision

emptied out my heart.

I had chosen to believe his lies.

Found them easier to see

Than the love, the life, of the

one God had given me.

I know her pain, the betrayal,

the growing sense of loss.

She runs away, gone to hide,

full of such remorse.

I am a fool in every

sense

For choosing to rely upon

my own tortured past

To tell me how to take and

trash the only love I’ve had.

“Hey, Baby!”

“Carol?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I didn’t think...I mean I was sure...”

“You’re an idiot. I told you I’m not going anywhere. You know I can’t stay mad at you.”

“Oh, Carol, I’m so sorry...”

“Stop. I know. You’ve said it already. I forgive you. Everything’s okay, Honey.”

“Oh, Carol,...”

“Would you like to meet me at the trail for a walk? I think the butterflies are still there.”