Shadow People

Shadows on my walls are silent Yet, wield stories; often violent Because messages must be told Within my self, my heart does hold And the stories that were uttered Hushed intrusive others Surrounded by the shadowy figures In silence, I mouthed their nameless brothers Walking in the past held memories The dreams of my enemies Explaining their inner pains Listening, though I kept their refrain Then my pneuma knew for certain The tear of that curtain From whence the shadows came Stepped out from him and is to blame And in the darkness were several lights Beaming hundreds, of tiny sights Music heard from here and there Sounds vibrating ghostly everywhere And the birth of a tiny star did shape Within that void Troubled stories within shadows of souls Well, laugh at me if you must! The lost brothers who had no trust Listen cowards with opened ears Listen closely they’ll be no cheers The words will not be enough silently whispered and then hushed Forever silenced, within, she wept There the crowds morned her loss Though misunderstood dimmed her gloss There she stood amidst her kin She glowing from within She held a sign for all to read “The shadows are no longer silent, indeed” And her peace finally came resting When the ghostly images retreated from molesting