A Simple Poem

When the words won't come out right
and I find myself alone,
sitting with me are the demons
looking for a place they can call home.

But I turn my head away,
look into the dim bulb light.
Though it may just be flourescent
it will always guide me in my flight..

When I find there's nothing more here,
when the good seems gone and past,
when I feel I'm on the doorstep
leaving home, no glimpses last,

Will I leave with the remembrance
of the man I wish to be?
And will the dark surround me then?
Will the light guide as I flee?

No, some day, I will fight them.
And win? One cannot tell.
I am destined, so it seems
to fight my self-made hell.

If ever I make it through,
no matter what the outcome be,
remember when I was at my best.

That was me.