I used to dread the end of day, the setting of the
sun
I’d finish work, and catch the bus, when each
days work was done,
But l knew that he’d be waiting there, and he’d
cough as l went by
And I watched him close, as I walked past, from
the corner of my eye
He’s always in the shadows, and he never shows
his face
I always mutter silent prayers, lord, let me get
home safe,
But to cross the common late at night, frightens
me to death
And paper blown across the grass, will make me
hold my breath
The rattle of the letter box,the ringing of the phone
Each creak l hear throughout the house, reminds
me I'm alone,
I toss and turn throughout the night, my head is
full of fears
And there are odd times in the day, l wipe away
the tears
I took a course of therapy, to drive away the fears
The police questioned the lurking man, who scared
me all these years,
It turned out he's a beggar, and he coughs, to show
he’s there,
And l imagined all those woes, so now don’t have
a care
I cross the common every night, now l,ll be home
quite soon
That’s not a man behind that bush, but shadows
from the moon,
Why,! Suddenly,! My legs feel numb, my sight begins
to float
I'm drowning in a sea of pain, with fingers round my
throat.
© Sammichon