Heather P Wilson
She, A Lonely Soul
She
Knew demons were taking control,
They were hidden away
So no-one would know,
Invading her mind
They refused to leave,
Lost in her misery
She started to grieve,
Not for a departed
But demons still there
Insisting her life
They were happy to share.

Trembling and shaking
She survived one more day,
Praying her demons would
Soon go away.

Then a neighbour hesitatingly came
Carrying a puppy
That had sad eyes, and lame,
She felt heartbroken
(That puppy had charm)
As it cuddled in
To the crook of her arm,
No home did it have
It was unwanted and weak,
Abandoned by someone
Who had a cruel streak.

Her demons just vanished,
A smile spread on her face
As she devoted her time
To a companion named 'Grace',
They now help each other
New owner and pet,
No demons or misery
Or signs of regret.