My shadows are back,
haunting the wall.
Their inside my head,
I hear them call.
Saying things evil,
I cant shut them out.
They talk of people,
round and about.
Their trying to tease me,
I know this as fact.
Sometimes they leave me,
but yet they come back.
There here in the day,
and at night in my dreams.
Driving me crazy,
they love when I scream.
I cant lose the shadows,
has hard has I try.
Their right behind me,
wherever I hide.
You to have shadows,
wherever you walk.
But you may be lucky,
yours may not talk.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shadows-talk/
