Shadows

written in 2003 - just archiving

Haunting shadows are painting my walls
Slowly creeping out of their prison
Leaving black strokes of glistening guild
Laughing at me with contorted grimaces

Soundless they are walking around the room
Whispering voices are filling my brain
Eyes like fire looking at me with deviousness
Piercing sharp and deep into my crumpled core

Paperlike shreds of blackness are touching me
Burning my skin like drops of acid
I'm muted yet wide awake and full of fear
Silent screams like autumn wind are spilled out

My eyes are open to see them approaching me
Overwhelming emotions are woken
Crimson tears are rolling down my cheeks
Blurring my vision till everything is a silhouette

The shadows are throwing themselves over me
Just blackness is left where I lay before
A gloomy mass of regret and deep felt grief
Eternally hovering over this place inside my head

Author's Note

thank you so much for taking time to read this. And a very special thank you to all of you who also took the time to leave a comment. <3

Reviews

[Gary H]

I often wonder what the shadows of the night really are. Maybe they are spirits come to save me, maybe demons come to haunt, maybe the underworld are just curious but don't want to reveal themselves yet. I like the way you have written this. Nicely done.

[G]

At least I am not the only one that sees shadows. the only thing is my shadows leave my head and follw me around. No, I am not crazy...lol. I like what you did with this one. I shall read more later.

[Katie]

this reminds me of a song I've heard somewhere. not in the copied kind of way, because the lyrics were way different, but more the feeling it provoked. so dark, but so gorgeous. -k

[37mm]

the fear of darkness, a haunting past that consumes us. your poems really display great effort and emotion, the eye for the world within and around us.

[Michael Lopez]

to write in the dark...the gloomyness and meloncholy of the dark are satisfying to most. even if they choose to live in the light.
lovely poem.