Illisuions Come To Life.

They appear before me, the Shadows of the night.

And I hear their voices saying my name.

I feel their cold, wet hands touching my legs,

Stroking my cheek and arm and hair.

I cannot move, and I cannot breathe correctly.

Sis says it's from being tired.

She lied to me.  Said she believed me.

She's sided with Mom and Dad, and Loud-Mouth-Cut-You-Off-As-You-Speak.

No one believes me in this house.

They think God will fix the problem.

They don't understand.

I left for a reason.

I left becasue I do not belong there.  I am not welcomed.

Those feel good people are too happy, too joyful to see me, and to talk about God.

They have hope.  They make me feel sick inside.  They make me feel unwanted.

I do not want to go back there.  It will be too much to bare.

The paranoia has ceased for now.  And I only see what is normal.

But they lurk, yes, the Shadows lurk ever still.

Illusions have come to life.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Wow, This weave of words really makes one think.. I'd love to learn more about these shadows that you speak of, and how they effect your day to day life. While I can understand the reaction to the happy blind parentals... The shadows peak my curiousity as well as add a bit of fear.

Keep writing, I'm reading.
Aaron