will you be with me tonight
when the demons come.
all the doubts running like molten wax
from the wick of my heart, trimmed
too tightly by anxious hands...
holding me against the lost causes
I sold out for you and your eyes,
spinning webs that I can never cut,
never tear, never touch for fear
that you might one day awaken
and realize that there is someone
in this world besides yourself.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)