Addiction

“I Know That”

That I am a Human ,

Limb to limb; with eyes and ears,

Love, hate and long awaited fears.

Though always doubtful, always unsure :

For about This I am always sure, as—

“I always hear that-”

That…That ghastly voice,

That creak in the floor,

That breathing under the bed, not there before.

Those whispers, in my ears,

Or that gruesome windy roar,

I …..I hear them. Now, a little more.

“I always see that - “

That …That absence of light,

That no one’s in sight, Or that I am all alone,

They are coming near, near from the unknown.

STANDING !! About the corner -

WAITING!! For me to doze,

I…..I see them. Now, a little more.

“I always feel that-”-

That..that chill in my bones,

That presence in my room,

That stare from across the room-

In the corner, a dark troop.

That shift, In the swift time swirl,

I…I fear them. Now, I feel them a little more.

They scare me,

Snickering around, to break me,

Loathing, floating, pleading for my escape,

For now, I am their slave.

But, they need more,

So you will be found too,

Enslaved like many more.