By Bob Christian.
Here we are again, my old companion.
You’ve given me so many nightmares;
Waking up sweating with dark and horrific
Memories stuck on repeat in my head.
Try as I might, I can’t erase or forget them.
Aren’t I supposed to be a grown-up now?
Not scared to be home alone inside
My head. That’s when you’re at your worst.
Your images haunting me over the years.
We’ve grown up together, side-by-side.
Ive tried evicting you a few times. Yet
Here you are, throwing your friends
A pity party. I can’t remember the first
Time you attacked me. Your knife in my gut.
Icy fingers on my neck, stopping my scream.
Still you’re my oldest companion. I’ve tried
Staying awake, hoping you’d sleep before me.
Tried drowning you – you’ve learnt to swim.
Always awaiting your return now. I guess
With us it’s “‘Til death do us part”.
(C) Bob Christian 2019