I remember a time a long time ago,
Spirits wandered in my stories,
Wandered in my dreams,
No more real then when I woke,
And realized I wasn’t a cartoon,
But now they’re coming,
Stealing my heart and stealing…
Me.
Taking a part of me,
Hearing their tales,
Crying at night,
Unable to cope,
Knowing an elderly man died,
A little girl whispers in my dream,
“I wanted to kill him, because he hurt me,
He killed me,”
I want to take it all back,
Go back to my innocence,
When everything spiritual,
Faded in the background with my dreams,
But now I can’t take it back,
Wish I almost couldn’t,
Sends a pain through my heart,
Takes my heart and makes it beat fast,
Why do you come into my life?
I ask them and they simply shrug,
“I needed someone,”
An icy grip tears at me,
Realize I’m the one,
Standing between life and death,
Witnessing both,
Wishing the best for both.
Needing them as much as I need them,
I click off my lamp,
Hear the lamp still clicking,
It’s not turning on and off,
Just the switch,
I beg them to stop,
They click a few more times,
Tug on the comforters,
I squeeze my eyes shut,
Why did you pick me?
Why can’t you leave me alone?
They shrug and I answer,
“I need you guys,”
The living,
The dead,
We’re all just the same,
Wandering souls,
Going through time.
