THE DEMON LURKS....

Somewhere,
behind that curtain,
under the table,
in the park,
near the swing,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
when you are alone,
Or with your friends,
playing with clay,
making a sand castle,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
baby when you are singing,
baby when you are dancing,
painting your dreams,
counting the stars,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Sometimes,
bond that we share,
breaks suddenly,
unanticipatedly,
cruelly,
baby, he laughs.
The demon laughs.

Sometimes,
even God wonders,
"When, how and why?
Who are these demons?
Lurking and killing,
innocence and dreams?
Bringing tears to my eyes?
My heart bleeds and cries..."