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Living with the demons

Living with the demons

From hour to hour every minute they lie in wait

I know that they are lurking somewhere within

Waiting as if to catch me unawares

I am lost in a darkening world of tears and fears

Struggling to come to terms with the unreal

Evil spirits hiding where darkness doth conceal

A future that is haunting from the past

Waiting

Waiting for time to pass

Looking around there is a world I view with suspicion

Whilst wondering are they really there

As if all that I believe may be a dream

The doctor’s eyes cut through me

The nurse looks at me with a sarcastic smile

The orderly pretends to look the other way

Just to let me know they don’t believe

They think I am mad

Am I now acting out a scene

Where all is never what it seems

They are still watching me

I am sure of that

As if I were trying to hide some misdeed

I wonder what they are thinking right now

About me

I want to get up and run outside

But I know the demons will follow me

I cannot run away

Is this delusion or misperception

Am I possessed and can I be set free

Sometimes I feel there is just another me

Until then the demons walk in my shadow

Daring me

Just daring me to turn around

Copyright: David Hopcroft August 2023

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