Ghosts

Something creeps through my room in the dead of night hovers in the air but out of sight Whispers I hear a strange gutteral sound wind swept curtains swirling 'round and around is it my imagination or do they laugh at me sending chills up my spine are they coming for me a shadow I see out the corner of my eye disappearing again when I cringe with a sigh I dare not move lest they find me now can they see the sweat that slides down my brow these things that I feel are they really there do they want to be friends or just want to scare something sweeps thru my room in the dead of night hiding away wiith morning's first light but tonight when it grows dark they'll creep back to me shadows from the past that I care not to see ©NLB 8/2/07