Footsteps
Familiar silent footsteps echo everywhere
Yet there is no one there
Here in the sanctuary of home
The footsteps return
Haunting my every move
Like a vampire feeding on sanity
My peace of mind
Wasted in the darkness
A lifeless soul drained of all reason
A whisper or is it the wind
Fear dries to sand in my throat
Reminders from buried memories
Flashback in silent movie reels
A whispered threat
As the mind cowers in submission
Yielding the body to the inevitable
To the death found in another’s destiny.
The touch tightens
Garrotting the air from my throat
No scream in the silence
And darkness brings blessed peace
As the pain ends!
Form: Free Verse
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
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