Inner Demons. Poem by Peter Vealey

I felt normal all day long.
Heard from my ex-wife,
First time in years.
Felt re-connected,
Part of the infastructure.
But who, why, none of this is
Relevant.
The streets are being washed.
The sun is unbearable.
Everything normal is
Suddenly not.
Only an illusion of
Time passing inexorably.
The demons of long ago and far away,
Remain inner, removed,
But part of the problem
Of who you see
As "Normal".