Shadows of the past

Sometimes the shadows of the past comes back to haunt us

Dark skies take over,

As the coldness pierces her heart.

The shadows of the past creeps silently 

In the silence of the night.

It crawls slowly, eerily,

Towards where she lies.

Trying to seep into her consciousness

To where it could feed her sorrows,

To where it could continue its torment

On her battered soul

And her feeble spirit.

It takes over her body,

Stabbing daggers

And ripping bones.

It hungrily devours her senses.

Not giving her a chance to fight.

It smiled a triumphant smile,

As she writhes in agony,

And bleeds from the pain.

She shouts and screams,

Crying fervently for help.

It laughs with glee

To see her suffering

As much as she used to be.

With a victorious glimmer in its eyes,

And with the promise of an immediate return

The shadows back away slowly

To give way to the morning light.