Shadows in the Hall
The night crept soft around the door,
The kind of dark that hums and breathes,
Where footsteps echo in the mind,
And silence clings to the eaves.
I lit a candle, watched it sway,
Its flame alive with whispered things,
The walls seemed closer than before,
And something brushed against the strings.
Of thought, of fear, of time gone wrong,
A hum beneath the steady air,
I swore I saw a shadow move,
But nothing living lingered there.
The mirror showed a face unknown,
Eyes too wide, too full of dread,
A faint smile curved where none belonged,
And whispered softly to my head.
“Remember me, for I was you,”
It said before the flame went black,
The air grew still, the walls drew in,
And something pulled the silence back.
Now every night I hear it breathe,
A voice that murmurs through the wall,
And though I live, I know it waits,
The shadow that will one day call
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This is a poem that will make one think "When will the shadow call me?" Good work.
Another poem that is very beautiful.