Inner DemonsRecondite,
in a tenebrous schism.
A wavering reason,
aborted in a frisson
of fear.
Skulked behind a cabalistic curtain,
waiting;
a nefarious serenity,
to be exposed.
An esoteric philosophy;
the benighted soul;
and a very sorry story-
all It has ran afoul.
As the nigritude envelopes,
our morals shall elope.
Displaced by sheer iniquity,
virtues shall lose their loyalties.
Inner demons,
how very much we struggle?
How will we ever figure?
A bleak drab and a smile,
this reality is no more vile.
cuRRent...jer