Demons

I see them: big, small, ugly, short and tall. Bellowing voices with wings, deceiving like a sprite as little, tiny things. Some are quiet, looming and lurking. Others are loud, screaming and squirming. It's all in the eyes, you cannot look away. Even when they're gone, you can still feel their gaze. The sleepless nights, the silent cries. Under the covers, tears in my eyes, asking, "Why?". "Why" do they torture me so? "Why" is no one here and I'm left alone? "Why" hasn't anyone come to rescue me? These demons, my demons, hold me captive. I see no liberty.