In the dark of night when shadows roam
I feel alone
In the quiet sleepiness of my home
Where all the shadows roam
In the midnight hour they wake
Creeping sneaking sounds they make
I pray softly they don’t take
Me, to the shores of their dead lake
Through the darkened halls they come
Putrid evil songs they hum
While I hide and hope someone
Will save me before the night is done
As I cower in my bed
I envision scenes of dread
And all about the Shadows tred
Shadows that live in my own head
©Aarron Mondello
27/2/2018
Maybe be shadows never lurked around our bed,
They were always in our head!
Gorgeous piece of art!
Enigma 🙂
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I very much agree. I, as have many others, have wrestled long with my Shadows.
Thank you for reading 🙂
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🙂 The pleasure is all mine!
Enigma
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