Dark skies
Edge the
Faded city streets.
Garish lights
Hover over old buildings.
It seems like I was here
Just yesterday. Now,
Keeking through holes
Low on the walls are
My demons-Those I could
Not drive away.
Over my head,
Prying into cracks
Queer-faced fears
Restored to former glory by the
Sad and sorry sight of my old home.
Too many of them to be
Untrue, they skitter and
Veer away from me.
Wild-eyed demon children, fear children.
Xenophobic, they hiss at this intruder
Young as they may be, my old fears protect their
Zone, holding onto the remanants
And scattered fragments of this memory.
But this was my old home once,
Caught in my mind before it became
Dark and dirty
Erelong I'll leave this place
Fears of my childhood, take free reign
Gone are days when
Here I could stay-but
I could live here happily
Just give me my child-like lack of
Knowing, let me
Live that dream again,
My eternal state of bliss
Not of fantasy, but
Of things not spoke, never whispered-
Peace.