Alone in the dark, <br />cold rooms, <br />silence around me, <br />I do feel something, <br />so close to me. <br /> <br />Whispers names, <br />breathe and caresses, <br />empty spaces, <br />fear of fall, <br />hold me now, <br />gone in a seconds, <br />with no recall. <br /> <br />Ghosts? <br />or just pursuit? <br />see reflexes, <br />in the little dark corners, <br />see faces creeping and creeping, <br />mmmm at last we are feeling warmer. <br /> <br />Believer we are, <br />flushed away, <br />wrapped in our sixth sense, <br />we care in what we feel, <br />we deal with it when will appear, <br />evil or heavenly creatures, <br />we will wait without fear.<br /><br />Gianni Pintus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sixth-sense-3/
