Walking the old familiar track.
There is no turning back.
I lack
The will
To drill
Down and discover
What lies under cover.
It is not buried deep
For when I sleep
Memories creep
Out
And demons shout
In my ear.
It is always near
The old familiar fear.
mocking laughter
echoing down the years.
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K Morris - Poet 
Simplistic yet hauntingly magnetic.
Many thanks for your comment. I am pleased you liked my poem. All the best. Kevin
They seem to visit a lot of us during the night.
Indeed they do. Thanks for your comment. Best. Kevin