Silent Insanity
Between the edge of sleep and wakefulness, I feel him. I am merely half conscious, yet I am certain he is there. The silence screams out to me. How it terrifies my soul to be this lonely. No restraints, yet I seem unable to move. I wait. The night is long. Sensing him so vividly, yet obviously I remain alone. All that I hear is the haunting sound of my own heartbeat. My mind cries out in ghostly moans that only I can hear. I reason myself back to sanity and......... I wait. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 01:33 AM PST, Sheila Morgan 18 • 0 • 1
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"Between the edge of sleep and wakefulness, I feel him. ..."