Clandestine
Light swallowed by shadows
Hearing voices nobody owns
Disembodied, and paralyzed
Good god, I’m PETRIFIED
Falling and falling
Tears as I’m bawling
A deep, aching pain
Swelling in my brain
They're closing in, I hear their calls
Silhouettes dancing on the walls
Paining and draining, I feel their touch
I try to pry myself from their clutch
A heavyweight, like chains on my legs
My voice shaking as I beg
For freedom from their wrath
I’m tripping down another dark path
This poem is about:
Me