Haunts

I’ve always believed that I’ve been persecuted by evil,

As all spiritual beings believe.

Nothing makes me special except for my healthy fear of the dark.

My beautiful imagination turns against me.

Not by it’s own free will,

Mind you.

It twists and expands and leaves me in a dry sweat.

It’s a place where I’m suffocated,

A fear that holds me against my will.

I’ll trek through many more miles,

Many more days on this earth,

I’ll never know until death.

I’ll never know if I’ll find true and peaceful sleep.