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Scared of The Dark
In the night
As I lay
I often hear the whispers
The whispering shadows
Terrible and chilling
Their gruesome pictures flash through my mind sometimes during the day
But it is when night falls, that I feel most helpless.
Many a time have I welcomed their presence
Though I wish I were rid of them!
Everything in life has a price
Even if it cannot be measured in material and tangible ways
I give another piece of my soul - to free myself for just a second
This is how it always happens...
How desperately I need
How earnest my desire
Piece by piece
My mind falls
Deeper and deeper
Into darkness
How deep is the ocean of sin?
How long can I hold my breath...
Till there is no longer enough air for the return journey?
How much longer till I drown?
Till the shadow swallows my soul.
Till every glint of good is gone from my eyes,
And my heart is consumed by the dark.
Your poems never dissapoint.
Your poems never dissapoint. Love this one!
Is it a night light? If it is
Is it a night light? If it is its nothing to be embarrassed about if it is. My roommate in my apartment still leaves the hallway light on and his door open and he's like 23. If its not, then it's still a very well written piece.
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