Going through

Some old shit

Written long ago

Memories immemorial

Bubbled up

Intertwined with words

Upon the page

Thoughts

Feelings

Emotions

Had been rampaging through

My head

Dragged to the surface

By that little demon

Who resides

In the darkest recesses

Had emerged

When I last touched

These passages

And some of the fears

The demon surfaced

For my characters

About their future

Came true

For me

– James Dubeau