@cymorill wrote:
it is in these hours between dusk and dawn
that the ghostly echoes of memories
once thought forgotten and buried
rise up and devour me
shadows screaming off the walls
sinister in their silence
reaching out with slender fingers
trying to claw at my flesh
strange sounds as the wind
howls through the window
spectoral voices whispering
secrets wished forgotten
it is in these hours between dusk and dawn
that i feel most afraid and alone
with no one to comfort and guide me
into a deep and peacful slumber.
That was a gud poem, one I can relate xxx