Demons, When They're Not Concealed
by Michael Doyle

Creatures of the night, they dare
To truly live; knowing life is rare
Having taken enough of it to know
They are here to enjoy death's show

It's important to know saints have a past
And every sinner has potential to outlast
The wrongs they once lived their lives for
Until they become saints to even the score

Demons, when they're not concealed
Are, only, to their kind revealed
At best, most of us merely exist
But their kind have managed to persist

Demons argue against the social enormity
Of being unimaginative enough for conformity
As they approach life without hesitation
And the rest of us are guessing the questions

The drunkard slips out of one more of the bars
As he lies in the gutter staring at the stars
Our experience is the name we call our mistakes
As we clutch at straws through our heartbreaks

Demons, when they're not concealed
Are, only, to their kind revealed
At best, most of us merely exist
But their kind have managed to persist

Stunned by the art of the daily conversation
I find the words heard are my intoxication
Watching the talking heads and mind say nothing
And being pretentious enough about that something

We, and our demons, live for a life that is wonderful
Not in fear, but in spite of, death that is beautiful
Then we will forget time - no yesterday or tomorrow
And having said goodbye to romance, escape our sorrow

(c) October 26, 2024   Michael Doyle
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