Another entry for the Coloring The World Contest, using Sherri's prompt challenge! |
HAUNTED I am haunted by the past, the ghosts do not rest. Midnight brings them from their graves to taunt and I am filled with memories of many years ago for which these long-dead souls chose to haunt. I fear the night when darkness falls around me and I am left at the mercy of a restless sleep. Those who walk with silent tread, long-dead, pull me into a hell on earth only they can reap. Icy chill infiltrates the room, I must try to breathe but the coldness envelopes my being, I am lost. In the shadows, they move closer, toward the bed, to claim my worthless soul, no matter the cost. I am not to blame, though blame I took for years. "Go Away" I shout, as if my fear would not show. In life they laughed when I was beaten down and now they linger, a chance to strike another blow. They will not rest beneath the old granite stones, where names are engraved as if to make them stay. But I am made of stronger stock, I am no captive, with morning comes the light, they will fade away. I have no memory of the nights they enter my mind but what is the use of trying, there is no peace at all. I am haunted by the past and by those who choose to make a visit, knowing my terror when they call. Countrymom 10/17/09 |