My shadows are back, <br />haunting the wall. <br />Their inside my head, <br />I hear them call. <br />Saying things evil, <br />I cant shut them out. <br />They talk of people, <br />round and about. <br />Their trying to tease me, <br />I know this as fact. <br />Sometimes they leave me, <br />but yet they come back. <br />There here in the day, <br />and at night in my dreams. <br />Driving me crazy, <br />they love when I scream. <br />I cant lose the shadows, <br />has hard has I try. <br />Their right behind me, <br />wherever I hide. <br />You to have shadows, <br />wherever you walk. <br />But you may be lucky, <br />yours may not talk.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shadows-talk/
