'Myself & I.'
You toss and
turn
crumpled
unlike a blank page,
creases permanent.
Can you hear me?
the taunts that wake you.
Can you see me?
the shadows that lash your bed.
Can you feel me?
the footsteps you imagine
real.
I am hidden within the mind's riddle
darker than night,
reaching each corner,
grasping at your purgatory
licking the flames of
sympathy's hand held empathy-
the child-like figure
peering thro' the frosted window
pleading for
the deep sleep-
until then
I'll circle your being
devour your life,
drown your dreams.
© 2008 Michaela James.
1 comment:
thanks Amy.. and which site would that be??????
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