The light plays its tricks on me,
In our soundless room.
Figures dance and laugh, carefree,
Anything, to stop the gloom.
Shadows curl against the wall,
Or linger near the bed,
There’s the one that stands so tall!
These ghouls swimming in my head.
Are they friend or foe?
Lonely shadows or something more?
Are those green I see glow?
Head in my hands, I lay shaken to the the core.
Just when I begin to despair,
A voice calls out.
A calming presence is there.
“Who are you?” I want to shout.
But the identity, I fear, I will never know.
So much lurks in here,
In shadow.
Hidden Jules 