Demons

Rapid breathing,

the keys tight in the palms

of my sweaty hands.

It’s finally over,

my heart is locked away

in a metal safe.

As I bury the safe in unknown soils

I sigh in relief:

My heart will not break anymore.

With my mind at rest

I head back home

only to stop half way,

holding my chest tight

as I feel my heart beating viciously.

Then I knew,

The Demons have always been in my head.

 

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