The Only Thing…

body trapped by fear

The scratch behind the record playing
Hear it on the radio?
That susurrus? What is it saying?
Is it your mind about to go?
The ragged chill running down your spine
On a most warm and sunny day
The nagging feeling in your mind
That takes the words you want to say

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the night…

A sense when you walk in a room
That simply rubs you the wrong way
A sense of an impending doom
That turns the swiftest feet to clay
A little sense of something strange
That remote something not quite right
A sense that danger’s within range
That makes you turn on all the lights

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the night…

A feeling raises your neck hairs
It’s one that shakes you through and through
The touch you feel, when no one’s there
That makes you wonder is it you?
The tap, the tap upon your pane
That starts to freak you to your core
The tap that’s more than simple rain
You’re on the fifty-second floor!

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the night…

The creep who lives,
Across the hall
The one whose look makes your skin crawl
That tiny bug
Oh! Does it sting?!
You’re scared of every little thing!
The door that slams!
The glass that breaks!
The sudden loss of breaths you take!
The terrors!
Won’t just let you be!
What is the reason?
Can’t you see?
The only thing to fear

Is me!

Fear’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

Fear’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the light…

Fear’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows…

Fear’s in the shadows,
in the shadows,
in the shadows of the night…

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: POETICAPHOBIA

First Feelings Part II (The Reality)

It was mine.

It was mine to give
to the one I chose.
Instead it was taken,
forever from my grasp.

Stole the most valuable item
That this fifteen year old possessed.

It was mine.
It was suppose to be a gift.

Somewhere out there
the potential recipient
knows not what was lost.

It was mine.
He stole my gift.

I had visions on how it
would one day be given.

It was mine.
He stole my dream.

For years what I gave
could never bring
me happiness.
It wasn’t The gift.

It was mine.
He stole my joy.

I should be able to reminisce
fondly when girl talk
falls to that time
but I remain quiet.

It was mine.
He stole my memories.

A stranger made himself familiar
in a place he should have never known.

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