Literary demons sit eating my brain
                        They gulp and gorge till their stomachs pain
                               A noise of which I must complain.

                                          Feeling the strain

                           These creatures come from places deep
                               And into your mind they slowly seep
                      And with their scythes, your thoughts they reap.

                                          No point to weep.

                           And like a plague, your mind they’ll rot
                                Stealing every creative thought
                                 A most disturbing devious plot

                                           Which I’ve forgot.

                               Forgive me but I need time to heal
                                    To let my tired mind congeal
                                  And slowly, surely start to feel.
                                               
                                               All so surreal

                                     The reality that is at hand
                              The load of work seems to expand.
                                  Leaving all that I had planned
                                        
                                        Hopeless and damned.