The Light is On

Thoughts, Stories, The Poem

Whisper in the Dark

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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Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Mitchel David Ring

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