I had doubts. When the nights came, the bedroom walls pulsing out like ripples growing further and further away from my bed, those doubts amplified to the beats of my hollow heart.
Echoes, I called them. The echoes of a misspent life had come a calling. They would never leave. No matter how hard I pressed the pillows to my head, those residual murmurs remained. Sweeping in across oceans of night, they haunted my island self. There was nowhere to hide. I didn’t deserve to.
Time: a relative concept, more so still to the timeless. I was timeless, a salient detail my demons knew. There would never be respite from my tormentors. Never!
When sunlight came sweeping through my curtains like filtered candy, I opened my eyes. Another night over. Another night done. Breathe, my mind said. Breathe, it repeated, as it was wont to do at each new dawn. Just breathe.
One hopes for evil to pass, prays for it even. One imagines those doubts dissipating like broken clouds to never regather. And, sometimes, when the darkness was dismissed for the daylight hours, I thought it possible. I’m me again, my brain promised. I’m me. That’s when the voices came.
’You don’t really matter,’ they said. ’See you tonight.’
The shadow of a shade loomed in the moonlight smothering the cityscape it brushed against in ebon night. Born of darkness, it steeled itself for the light it so yearned for silently wailing through those hours before dawn. When the sun rose it obliterated the shade. It was happy then.
Note: my friend Michelle Marie sent me this image of a dawn sky. On rotating it we saw THE FACES. I hope you can see them too. Look under the brightest part then over its right shoulder!
Visages From beyond Contorted Out of place Ancient EVIL Trapped Ephemeral cloud Their tomb Aerial imprisonment Struggling Yearning Needing to be free Angels restrain Chained in thunder But still They seek Quest To loose upon us Rain down Before the sun Vanquishes Pray for it Please… Please… Pray
Shadows fall Across my path, Stretched, Unnatural, Forcing me to choose To step over, Or To step right through. I will not be diverted By the ephemeral, I haven’t The time. Let the shadows fall; Let the silent roar; For cometh the night, I’ll still be walking Whilst they’ll Be gone.