Whispers in the dark,
calling out my name.
Turning,
I see nothing,
still I feel them,
just the same.
Never stopping,
they know not rest,
as they have followed
me through the years.
Awaiting in the shadows
causing me fright
and many tears.
These voices,
ever quiet, in the light
I have no fear.
With the darkness
they decend,
I feel them,
they are near.
Whispers in the dark,
merely muses
of my imagination.
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