Years have come and years have gone
No lessons I have learned
Playing with fire is a passion
All my thoughts inside are burned
…
Days have come and days have gone
Very little to be said
Old demons have lost the war
And have ended up dead
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Nights have come and nights have gone
Left here to my fate
Nobody here to hurt me anymore
New demons I now create
My Demons I Now Create
Frank Solanki 
Great poem …I guess the message is …beware the demons we create ourselves and neutralise the damn things:D:D …not always easy tho:)
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True
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Classic piece.. love it
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Thanks a lot
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An interesting development on Stephen Crane ‘In the Desert’. Well done.
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Thanks
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OR NOT. It’s a choice. 100% of the time. I spent much of my life fighting demons of one sort or another.
No longer. My moments belong to me. 🙂
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Nice to hear that
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We create our own demons and we need to take care of them. Creating the demons always an unnecessary waste.
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At least they helped me write a post
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😁😁
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Maybe we can create angels also 😃
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Maybe? Definitely
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We do create our demons sometimes.
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Indeed
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You ended it perfectly.
“Left here to my fate
Nobody here to hurt me anymore
New demons I now create”
I loved the 3 stanzas only and the rhyme pattern. Great piece of writing here.
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Thanks
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