Demons

I walk into a bar unseen,
Strange faces with words unknown
Chatter endlessly with a possessed passion.
And I listen as I fill my jar to the brim.

Their incessant words fill my head
And images form inside my mind.
The jar falls from its wooden stead.
As the visions ensnare me in a deathly bind.

I find myself in a land so foul
It has no sky or land or life.
Yet I see myself before my eyes,
A hideous monster, a defeated ghoul.
If this is me, the who am I?

I hear the clank,
The Jar breaks at my feet.
I wake up, trembling.
Clasping at my wooden seat.

And as I stare at the empty bar,
I know now, what I had known all along.
Those were my demons.
Indeed that was me.