This malaise
this undeniable melancholy
product of isolation…
of an unreliable mind
What shadows awaken me?
a flash of car beams
or something more sinister?
Illness heightens sensitivity
I am set on ‘wired’ –
Internally running,
externally frozen
Sleep will not return
I don bravado
call out the ghosts
“Show yourself!”
Nothing.
Now I am raging –
“Who dares to disrupt slumber
then cowers in corners?”
Shadows grow eyes
and the walls undulate
a figure emerges
self in negative
I cower
pray I am delusional
mirrored self points downward
where floorboards recede
Skeletal remains
fill the earthen pit
nonsensical bones
of immortal pasts
Danger lurking
and I am not immune
the time has come
to submit…
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 