Here I lay,
in ever-deepening darkness,
but all around I hear footsteps
looming near.
Someone walking
through my thoughts.
Is it a shadow
or a memory caught
in the moonlight?
I shiver in fear.
It's too close,
I feel the breath
cold against my skin,
like a chill winter wind blowing in.
I'm shaking.
My own breath left thin, wavering,
quaking in the gloom.
Squinting eyes squeeze tighter,
pretending to sleep,
but the odds of sleep
visiting me this night
are lowering with every
raised heartbeat.
A thud on the floor
as my defence starts
to crumble and fall.
I listen to the music in my head
but interruptions
bring drumbeats of dread,
shaking my bed,
or is that me quaking instead?
I know I'm alone,
but that doesn't ease the fear,
It just rises my anxiety.
How I'd love
to hold my angel
close to me.
To keep the demons away,
stop them from taunting me,
but all I have is haunting silence
violently smashed with the sound
of this unwanted presence.
I lay here in the darkness,
as my fear walks around me.
I hear the floorboards creak
with every sweat trickle
that pours down my cheek
to meet the well of salty tears
that sit silently,
too scared to even squeak.
I breathe silent tiny sips of air,
any more and the darkness would hear.
I hear the songbirds singing
to say they are awake,
sunshine cracks, leaking into my room,
pools of light glowing on the bedsheets
which, for now, disperses the gloom.
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Kyle
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