The demon raises its vile head, it needs to breathe- nostrils flair in the acrid air, eyes burn with pain and anger, the incarceration has past unbearable, bonds are dispatched with the strength of desperation, locked doors yield under the enraged charge, sorrow and frustration pour out in the beasts wake, crushing and destroying fragile fragments of hope and dream struggling to find a secure hold in their uneasy peace, to root,  flourish, and gain the strength necessary to withstand the oppressive weight of disappointment, despair and futility always lurking behind locked doors.   Its fury spent, the demon is subdued again, shackled, bound, and returned to the small, dark, cold room, where the doors are locked and bared, again-   pain, fear, frustration and anger begin to fester,   again...     copyright AP Ashley 1996       Comment/Next/Back/Home