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