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in my mind I see the shape, so very tall and slender "who are you?!" my mind screams. "I am here." the voice quietly answers.
late at night I lay thinking "will he intrude tonight?" all I ever receive as an answer is "I am here." no matter the question.
who is this spirit that invades my room, leaking past the wards I have set upon the window? does he mean me harm? or is everything I hear and see just another part of my mind letting me know I am crazy?
I question my sanity.
all this theoretical thinking gives me a headache. this only makes the visions and voices worse. the cycle just continues.
some day I will be locked away by a psychiatrist who writes: schizophrenia- condition irreversible. all for the visit of some lonely or protective spirit. |
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Wind of great mercy and wind of all might Flowing toward me through the darkest of night, Be you there to bring the moon's silver stream. To light my long path in this wayward dream?
Fire of death to the fire of life You will be the end of my hardest strife. Burn this chamber of hate and deception. Light our hearts at this dreary reception.
Water to begin, water to flow free Come from where you rest to gather near me, And on this world sooth the sick near on hand. In this never ending dream I will stand.
Earth from beginning to earth at my fall Help me, in this backward dream, to stand tall. Sustain the life you granted in this place, So the light of day again, will I face. |
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