Ghosts

Something creeps through my room
in the dead of night
hovers in the air
but out of sight
Whispers I hear
a strange gutteral sound
wind swept curtains
swirling 'round and around
is it my imagination 
or do they laugh at me
sending chills up my spine
are they coming for me
a shadow I see
out the corner of my eye
disappearing again
when I cringe with a sigh
I dare not move
lest they find me now
can they see the sweat
that slides down my brow
these things that I feel
are they really there
do they want to be friends
or just want to scare
something sweeps thru my room
in the dead of night
hiding away
wiith morning's first light
but tonight when it grows dark
they'll creep back to me
shadows from the past
that I care not to see

©NLB
8/2/07

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