Poetry

Demons of the Night

By 28th November 2018 December 9th, 2019 No Comments

Thoughts go rushing through my head
As I sit here and write
As another day is ending
Once again the fading light
I close my eyes for inspiration
Looking neither left or right
Will I be accompanied
By the Princes or Demons of the night
I’m searching deep within me
Both my body and my soul
Hoping that one day soon
My life and mind I will again control
I see again the battles we fought
The trauma , smell and noise
The supreme Sacrifice made by colleagues
Some were only boys
But then my Military days are over
Back to Civilian life
Home once more with my Family
And an everloving Wife
Tho’ then I had my battle with Demons
Who visit in the middle of the night
And I call upon the Prince of Darkness
To help me win this my biggest fight
Not many know of the life we live
Even fewer understand
How deep are the wounds of Military Life
Or how their future can be planned
But sympathy cures very little it seems
For scars and wounds deep within the soul
But with the aid of the Prince of Darkness
I’m now the one back in control.

Dennis Shrubshall

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