I was happy last week.
This week, nothing has changed.
But everything seems dim, dark, distant.
A demon has cast its shadow over me again.
I sleep, but get no rest.
I awake, but get no solace.
I see scratches on my face.
Is the demon inside me?
Turning me against myself,
Against all I hold dear?
That will be defeat indeed
If I lose what I love.
Even the warm embrace of the Guy
Seems cut off from me
As if I am trapped
in a glass cage.
How do I fight what I cannot see?
I suspect the demon must have
sprung up from my own life:
so I must go back into my past to fight it.
Into all those dreary, distant days
that I would rather leave behind.
Where do I get the time (I have work, you see)
and effort (weakened as I am already)?
But I am going on holiday.
Surely no demon would follow me
To the blue sea and white sands
I shall be at peace there.
But what if it is waiting for me
When I return?
Will the fresh memory of wet sand
Help me fight?