Fighting the Me

On a “Misty Night” my windows shutters slammed with the sound of the wind, The howls from the neighbour’s dog woke me, I felt something eerie in the night, a strange figure with no frame dash through the light, The Air felt cold, not the usual fresh air like something not alive I don’t know, This shadow crept on my bedroom wall. I felt suddenly weak, sad, scared, Somebody help me! I didn’t want to be alone, This dark presence only brought torment, This story was like “Cinderella” with the exception that midnight bought uncertainty, terror. This disowned shadow played games of malice, Searched for the weak souls to torment, I no longer had a “peaceful sleep” I would hide under my sheets cold sweating that it would come for me, It was waiting, waiting to take its chance. There was a craving of this dark being, a part of me that wanted more, To consume me and take over, Mutating my soul into the “Not Me” The battle of self-oblivion but as long as there is light, the disowned shadows prowls, But will forever be embedded by redemption. By :Shivaneee Date:07.06.15