Shadows

Blog 346:

When darkness falls
Phantoms visit ...
They overtake the mind
They dig deep into the soul
They squeeze the heart
Until shadows of the past
Break loose into silhouettes
And take front center in one’s eyes
 
One at a time specters speak up
They each unveil events of painful past
Those hidden by times or days gone by
Two, sometimes three … compete
They insist to be recognized … heard

Long forgotten, but ever present
Uninvited spirits tell facts of guilt
Wicked ghosts demand reckoning
Their screeching voices drown the ear
Their discontent shakes the bones
Their whispers echo ‘til the body jerks
And the soul … the mind … awakes

In the blackness of night rises unease
As phantasms cry and beg to be heard
They moan and wrench until their wits give up
But it’s no use; their fierce accounting is ignored

Fiercely, quickly, they are silenced … muted …
Just like this very night and nights of yesteryears
Over and again, the cycle of torture repeats
Yet the yelping … squealing is shackled yet again
And buried much deeper in gloom this time
In the dead of nightfall …  in obscurity!