Demons

Lurking just behind me
may be demons
hideous, mis-shapen things
creatures from hateful waters,
horns and clutching claws
waiting to carry me off,
sinner that I am, to my
just reward.

Maybe.

But more fearful by far
than Satan and his kin,
is the evil that lurks
within.

Show me a man
who is absolutely sure
of his own saintly precision,
and I'll show you
a man in desperate need
of exorcism.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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