*I wrote this one in college when I got in an Edgar Allen Poe mood to describe exactly what kept me from getting enough sleep when I needed it the most*
My room was cold in the midst of night.
It was full of eerie pale moonlight.
Ancient whispers and dancing shadows,
Had crept on through my small cracked windows.
The shadows had danced upon my bed.
The whispers lingered above my head.
I woke from sleep, but not alarmed.
The whispering shadows had meant no harm.
Across my room the shadows would dance.
I sat up in bed in a dream like trance.
They whispered the songs of yesterday,
And danced to them in a ghostly way.
Moments later I found out at last,
These shadows were messengers of my past.
They were thoughts that were lost but not left behind,
Memories forgotten but still on my mind.
During that day I’d never thought they might,
Come back and haunt me in the midst of night.
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