THE MAKING OF A DEMON (1)

 


THE MAKING OF A DEMON (1)

By Adoki Favour Igoni 


Please don't judge me, 

stop pointing fingers at me and whispering silently whenever I walk pass you in the street. 


See, 

it wasn't my intention 

to give my heart the permission 

to be a bank of depression 

suffering from the oppression 

of this addiction 

that sprang out from the seed planted in me, by the demon who ripped me off my innocence even before I knew what it was. 


This seed that has refused to wither

growing in all weather, 

This seed that left me battered and shattered, 

This seed that gradually turned me into a shadow. 


This seed that made ME a DEMON 


So cry not if I haunt you, 

Curse me not if I make you feel what I felt at the early stages of my transformation, 

For all must go through what I went through 

ALL MUST BECOME DEMONS.

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