Touched

It whispers like the wind

In the dark of night the chill flows

My hair rustles as it passes by

 

I shy away from the scents

Shivering as it ruffles my clothes

Struggling to ignore the voices

 

They rasp and grate on my nerves

Every word and sound is heard in stereo

How is it I am the only one to hear

 

I sit up to see and cower

As the shadows close in i'm undercover

Not knowing what or if it is...

 

I know in my soul it isn't real

My nightmares have aroused them

I sense the evil essence of beings

 

They touched my skin

Scorched my eardrums with moans

Entering my visions their intention

 

I feel their cool touch

I hear there voices touching my soul

I am carressed with sharp images

 

A touch of the night ghosts

Has always entered my dreams

Haunting me with their touch

Reviews

[Js.]

Got goosebumps cause of this one...
Amazingly realistic!

You have great work here
:)

[Antony]

Scary nightmares is all that I can think of and you portray this very well, the flow of your words are spot on, a very haunting piece, well done.
Antony

[Fran Marie]

sit up to see and cower

As the shadows close in i'm undercover

Not knowing what or if it is...



I know in my soul it isn't real

My nightmares have aroused them

I sense the evil essence of beings


I can relate to this well crafted piece I like the contant flow and tumbling effect of each
stanza into the next~easy to read and Filled with dak evil imagery ~
Very well penned piece of writing my friend~
THanks for submitting this to the contest!~Fran Marie

[Drum Bum in the Sun]

hi there! thanx for checkin out my prose. i like how this one captures the tension from the foreign interaction. it all feels very real! have a great weekend!

[Helena]

Yikes, spooky one Mary! Was this one for Fran Marie's challenge, if not should be!
Frighting images you brought to my mind. Hope I don't have nightmares tonight!!

Hugs Helena

[Don Stabler]

I'm experiencing night ghosts myself. as if I step off the top of the flag pole I'm standing on. obviously I'm
going to hit the ground hard. .....but what if I don't. thanks for the poem. Donnie