A Testament

September 24, 2007
By Stephanie Broome, Spring, TX

My room is haunted
This night.
Shadows of yesterday
And the day before
Lurk in corners
Waiting for my guard to slip.
I lay in my bed
Waiting for sleep to come,
Clutching soft purple sheets
Under white knuckles.
But sleep doesn’t come
At least not for me.
My mind settles in the corners
Letting the shadow monsters devour
Every beautiful thing I thought I had.
Until light is breaking through my window frame,
And I slip away into a sleep which is like death
But shadows follow me,
Beyond the grave of slumber
Dancing behind weary eyelids
Until I have nothing left to taken
And so I give my tears
A testament to my emptiness.

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