Demon

I wish I could write,
But my mind was torn…

I wish I could weep,
But my soul was frozen

I wish I could dream,
But my wings were ensnared

I wish I could flee,
But It’s always late

I wish I could die,
But I’m too dead to try

I wish I could pluck my heart
And feed it to the flames

But I realized
I didn’t have one

[An old poem, digitized/published Oct, 2022]