Not Always

Your thoughts are your handcuffs

Binding you to the dark place inside your head.

You’re running.

Without even realising,

Tears ebb and flow from your ducts and moisten your cheeks;

You don’t even know it’s happening.

You’re being chased.

Villainous beings, creatures and memories flood your brain,

You thought you had forgotten;

Cast them away to your subconscious,

Like a piggy bank you drop, drop, drop

Those horrible thoughts away,

Never believing that at any second the bank would smash

And all at once,

Terrifying thoughts thump the inside of your skull and you awaken,

Shaken, cold, clammy.

Sometimes you cry but usually you whimper like a hurt dog.

It’s funny, isn’t it?

How you always wake before your demon catches you in his grasp,

Well, perhaps not always…