My Shadow


Pain strikes, dagger sharp

Like needles penetrating through my heart.

A knife carving, digging deep

I yell, then I weep.

Am I dying

Alone in this gloom?

This blackness, coldness

Alone with my thoughts

Within the walls of my room.

It creeps

As I sleep

A chill running down my spine

A floating figure

A ghostly whine.

"Hello, who's there!?"

My voice answers me back

"It is I!"


  • Author: Bibbeck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2017 12:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Who is this? Possibly another nightmare.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, nightmares can be so shocking sometimes.

    • Bibbeck

      Thanks Goldfinch. Too easy sometimes though for the mind to wander into the darkness when trying to escape from pressures in the light.

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