AFRAID OF THE DARK
People are always asking me how a man in his 30’s can still be afraid of the dark;
It all started just after I stood toe to toe with a demon, who tried to extinguish my spark.
Now on my chest I have a constant reminder in the shape of a scar;
I remember just as the knife smashed into my breast plate I looked up and saw a shooting star.
He tried to kill me, but you cannot murder someone who is already dead;
For so many years I tortured myself, as the thought of what could have been ran through my head.
It was a life changing moment, as I remember seeing that flash of steel;
I maybe a poet, but I am sorry with this pen I cannot explain the pain I had to feel.
Stuck in a never ending minute as I looked down to see a knife sticking out from my chest;
I must have a guardian angel that used her wings that night as a stab proof vest.
His eyes were a glaze of red, but my eyes have always been black;
It’s hard to comprehend I wouldn’t be here today if I had taken one step forward, or one step back.
Why did I choose to walk down that dark street, why did I have to go out that day?
Why did the road seem glued to my feet, why couldn’t I just run away.
People always ask what it feels like to be stabbed, if I had to sum it up with just one word, that word would be pain;
Even now after all these years I can still feel the blood trickling down my chest like rain.
His face went white as he pulled the knife out, I could see in his eyes he was waiting for me to fall;
But was it just a coincidence that an angel heard me call.
Just one inch higher, or one inch lower I would now be sat in a never ending night;
An angel saved me from the darkness, so that I could fulfil my destiny to write.
So if I am to REWRITE HIStory, upon a path of rediscovery I must now embark;
But at least you all now know why I am still afraid of the dark
BARRY MOWLES ©2012