Demons swimming in currents of thoughts
turn in the false light
their twisted faces smiling. 
Swirling in the vortex 
Wrapped around a spool of misery
dark returns
A depredation, hollow
Coruscating despair
intermittent followed

Travelled ten thousand miles
to escape the haunting
Prayed for redemption
found again

One day unremarkable
realizing who made all
without privation
the running
the demons left
to torture others
Dust of the earth
It is the same.
Who is mindful of it?

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