Am I going crazy?
Are they really there?
I feel them with me always
The fabric of reality tears
Everywhere I go
The shadows ripple around me
Figures reaching out, hands and fingers bare
I try desperately to flee
They want me to come with them
Though I know not where
Their whispers are insistent
Saying, “Darling, Please, Come here.”
They are my shadow people,
Dancing in the shade
I’ll never be ...