Bump in the night,

a forgiven fright,

but so easily mistaken,

for ones so often taken.


Things unseen,

Things unheard,

Things that most certainly unnerve,

Scream my name

then disapate.


I give up.

I give in,

and in the end


Make the voices

Be nothing but the wind.


Shaking lives,

Taking names,

I, myself,

May not change,

But my fears forever doubt me.


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