Some nights I would come to in a different bed
woken by a word whispered in the dark
and before I could answer the walls would close in
and the question hanging in the air
took hold of me, pinned me down and silenced me
Then crept the invisible from their shadows
hands reaching for mine, for my arms, my chest
longing to feel a still-beating heart
and the warmth of something like life blood
These the phantoms waiting in the night
who speak with the creaking walls
creeping all around and ever closer
melting into waking nightmare
the weight of horror behind eyes that cannot close
watching for the mark they leave behind
in passage over shrouded lands
lying in wait for yet another soul to drag away
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My daily tea consumption is increasing.
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The Light is On 
14 responses to “Whisper in the Dark”
My daily alcohol consumption is increasing. I’m dealing with the pandemic by getting mildly buzzed after work.
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Truly wish this could be beaten by banding together in unity rather than falling back on differences. This too shall pass. It may be a long road, but it will pass.
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Scary poem, and well done…wondering where it comes from…
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Thank you! (: I’m not really sure, to be honest
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🙂
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Well penned!! Stunning! ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you (:
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You’re welcome!!
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I was drinking tea as I read this, haha! Another thought provoking one, great job
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Thank you! Hope it was good tea (:
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It was delicious 😀
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Have you ever been alone in the woods of a night? That’s when you start jumping at shadows and noises.
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Definitely. I once went camping one night alone just to see if I could. Looking at the shadows at night I was sure there was something watching me…
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Beautiful 🌿
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