The Stranger Poem by Matthew Fowler

Black like lucifer
There mother says.
Though the demon is not here.
Where could he be.
They say im the reason.
Yet all i see is what i know.
Reality is shaken.
Like an apple tree.
All i sees is a pair of eyes.
Wandering to my touch.
Hes there, get him out.
For he waits, you must.
Cease circumstance.
For there a prescence within me.
I did not invite him.
Cease repining from the past.
The future is in his grasp.
Execute a prehibition.
For his darkness.
For the day wont come.
Til this stranger is sent packing.
On his way. On my path forever.