Shadows

There’s that little dark feeling

Lurking in the corner of my mind,

My thoughts tiptoe around it

Afraid to wake it, to stir it,

To call upon the shadows,

Being around it makes me shiver,

A fever creeping through my veins.

Sometimes it’s red and pulsing,

Full of hate and anger,

Ready to explode,

A dormant volcano inside my head,

And underneath the heat

Of lava, that flows in flames

Searching for a way out, to burst,

It flies and cries like the raven,

Crawls and gnaws like rodents on my soul,

I put my hands deep into my pockets,

Fists denying what the sounds

Coming from the shadows of that corner

Are demanding of my body,

A fight that one day I will lose for sure,

How can I escape these noises

That drive me mad

But to let it overwhelm my senses.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere