I once heard footsteps walk from my wardrobe to my bedroom door...but no one was there...
|Footsteps weighted with truth and substance,
tread steady and deliberate
across hardwood floors,
by the trivialities of physicality.
Unaccompanied at all.
Illusory shadows in the dark dissipate
to leave the chill of the graveyard lingering
on clammy skin and white knuckles clenched
in a desperate, silent plea for
safety, sanity, and
an angel of light.