In a cave, dark, dank, deep, hidden Broods a demon, Faceless, glowing eyes, Shapeless, always awake: Born in sometime long ago Of unknown parentage And hidden name; In wait, always waiting to torment, Anathema to serenity: Shrieking fear and anxiety: You are going broke! Your new car will break down! Your boss is going to fire you! You are desperately ill! Always alert, always tormenting. What is your name? What is your cause? Where is your grave? An absence turned demonic: No trust No faith No confidence No assurance Too much childhood uncertainty Too little childhood certainty: Nameless, faceless, shapeless: Let me take back my joy!
©1999, John A. Mills