Struggle for Sanity

Memories
Sitting idly in my mind.
They are repressed. They are hungry,
Hungry for the attention I don't wish to give.
Devouring their neighbors,
Till nothing's left, but for those memories.

I am walking, breathing, thinking, banging,
And waving around my walking stick
In attempt to cast off these detracting clouds,
Which spoil my stroll.
It begins to rain.

Like the madness that is the sky,
So is my mind to whatever demons inside progress-
Inch forward to stalk.
Have mercy, great huntresses!
I see the glimmer of their eyes,
The licking lips of salivated tongues,
That drip upon each movement-
Each excited motion.
Have mercy, great huntresses!
I see the knives of teeth,
White as hunger,
And sleek with anticipation.

Bang my walking stick harder.
Spin it around in the tumultuous airs with little luck.
Shake my head till tendrils whip and redden my face,
Till the sting morphs into numbness and hair hangs
Wet and scraggly 'cross the eyes.

Hissing, they slink away.
The sky dissolves into a sea of solid blue.
I am triumphant.
It is a glorious moment, but an endless war.
And it has only just begun.