Frankenstein

A shadow visits me at night He has long curly hair and wears a robe of black When I lay down to rest I immediately turn my head. And he disappears. This shadow has been chasing me a long long time I wonder who it could ever be, spooking me out everynight One day I watched my mother and I thought well She has long black wavy hair and wears a gown. Yes I thought it must have been her prayers. Then a voice said, no it is your unconfessed sins and darkeness in your soul. I don’t remember how many confessions I have had since then But the shadow is there no more.