Submissions by Dspirited

In the lateness of the night, I am startled by a noise and din
There -- just outside the window, Shadow is vying to get in.
He sees me and I see him, I know my time is nigh,
Shadow is a coming, there is no where to hide.


I close the doors, and lock the sash, and pray with all my might,
but Shadow came right through the glass, to punish me tonight.
He fills my head with anguish, I shudder with despair.
Tells me life is crap, and death would be more fair.


All that remains is solitude; I shield my soulless, saddened eyes. ...

Once upon a time, Love was the source of my light.
but then Love left me and broke my spirit.
When my spirit broke, it ceased being the light and became darkness
Now darkness has manifested itself as the Shadow of my despair.

Last week that Shadow hath descended upon our house.
Its malignant despair has infiltrated our home and taken root.
The happy home of my children communing together in harmony has been dispersed.
When they get home from school, they vanish into the safety of their rooms.
With doors closed, the Shadow is kept at bay. ...

As I rub the sleep from my eye and vision clears from a blur, a corpse appears beside me in the chair by the bed. It is sitting there silently, it's mouth doesn't move. Yet I hear her voice clearly and sweetly in my head. 'Where were you? Why didn't you come back? I waited, I waited, and you didn't come.'

What, what is it? Who are you? What are you doing in my house? I ask but aloud.

'Don't say you don't know me,' says the voice in my head, 'don't say you've forgotten, for I can't live with that.' The voice is familiar, just vaguely, I know. Somewhere in the annals of...

It's 4 o'clock in the morning - the day has not even started.
I lie awake in my bed, gripped by the fear of the Shadow.
I feel its presence just lurking in the darkness nearby.

On with the lights, and look under my bed?
No, I don't want to see it. I don't want to find it.
I wish that Shadow away, but it taunts me and it tells me I will never be free.
The Shadow it owns me, for I am its slave.

Morning is coming, and I exist yet again.
Nobody doth like me, especially not I. Why would they, how could they, for I am so gray.
Held down by this Shadow...