Haunted
I am haunted by you
Not by your past
Or by the memory of you
I am beset by your reality
I come across you
In dark of night
In the solitude of rest
In my restless slumber
I am startled
By your presence
Raised bleary eyed
To the hallways
To the corners
To the quiet places
The hidden parts
Of my existence
I am haunted
Harried, by you
You trespass
Upon my daydreams
Frighten me from my reverie
Set my heart racing
I feel my skin crawl
The tiny hairs on my arms
My neck
Ripple with anticipation
Of your possession
My breath is visible before me
I can touch it
Move it with my fingers
Feel it cool against my flesh
I see your face in the mist
Your eyes upon me
Looking through me
Hands outstretched
I shield myself from you
Reach for you
Find myself
Empty handed
Traces of you
Nothing tangible
I cannot turn my thoughts
My attention
From you
You haunt my consciousness
My dreams
I hear you call to me
Across time
Your voice is for me alone
The sound pierces the quiet
Stabs at my heart
At my soul
Sets me aquiver
Fear and fascination
I am alone in my visions
In my dark disturbances
You haunt me
I am entranced by your spirit
You are invasive
Elusive
Real, yet unimaginable
I cannot envisage a world
That you do not inhabit
A room
That you do not abide in
A part of me
That is empty of you
I am haunted by you
By your reality
And lost
In your possession
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
wow – such wonderful!!
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