Demons by Billy Reynard-Bowness

Demons

At once you feel it, stop, perform an about turn
Something behind you, into your back its eyes burn
You shiver and shake, rub the hairs on your arms
No-one there, but the goose bumps, the sweat on your palms

Carry on walking, swift, humming out loud
Desperate now to find yourself deep in a crowd
You are sure you can hear it, a breath, a refrain
Who is, who follows you home once again

It has happened before, in fact quite a few nights
A shadow appears in the glow of streetlights
It is gone by the time you shuffle up, when you dare
Where’d it go, did I see it, was it even really there

Put it down to exhaustion, a trick of your mind
The tiredness, the booze, the crap daily grind
The work, family, stress it is driving you mad
Makes you see things not there, you’re so bloody sad

We all have our demons, horrors, creatures run wild
Dreamed up monsters we’ve nurtured since we were a child
But monsters don’t exist here, bold, out in real life
They are fantasies, just stories, imaginations run rife

Silly idiot, you’re stupid, get a sodding grip
And you laugh at your crazy as you feel yourself trip
Something was there, it got you, hear a grunt or a bark
It drags you kicking and screaming deep into the dark


Born in Lincolnshire but growing up and educated in Huddersfield, Billy Reynard-Bowness considers himself a Yorkshireman at heart. Billy is 47 years old, a Pisces, former Legal Executive and sometime bit part actor, lives in the wilds of deepest North Yorkshire with his partner, three dogs and countless chickens. In any spare time, Billy enjoys walking in the Yorkshire Dales, travelling, gardening and boating. TWITTER: @pofacedpoetry – FB: https://www.facebook.com/PoFacedPoetry/ – BLOG: https://pofacedpoetry.wordpress.com


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