WAR
I walk amongst
demons of my past
vigilant of tomorrow's monsters
a malcontent
schizophrenic
drifting
on deadwood of souls
I exist
but to collect from
within the collection
of collected
recompense
of yesterday’s sorrows
correlating my existence
against a backdrop of blood
I consume with despotic affair
I enjoyed the way you hid the whole learning from other people's failures and experience moral in your poem. Good technique
Not just other people, but my own experiences as well. We either learn to control our demons, or be consumed by them. Thank You.