Rooming with the unseen

[jede]

I think I have a

secret housemate who’s

living in shadows

of my hidden world,

A week has passed

since they tried to

breach haven free,

relentlessly;


I think they

come to seek

my will, and

my secrets,

highs and lows,

and now I’m

caught by an

unseen–A

spectral fiend

deep within;


I think

I’m doomed

because,

this fiend,

they take

over, eating

my words

and my

precious

conscious


I think I have

a follower,

a tormentor,

a whisperer,

an intruder,

that hovers

in shadows,

to coexist in

nightmare’s dread;


I think as day

goes by, the

questions grow,

Who is this presence?

I still don’t know,

With mystery unsolved

we persist, in the shadows.

[Johntee]

The sense
of self
returns
a rhyme
estranged

[jede]

Indeed, Indeed!
Thanks Johntee.