Back to the wall
shadows creeping in closer
watching the covered figure sleep.
She slides down the wall
tears seeping unbidden.
Restless, the figure stirs, mumbling in its sleep
the words indistinguishable beneath the sighs
Tossing and turning sudden sounds of fear
and still she watches.
The blackness begins to creep throughout the room
covering the figure on the bed
The woman stands trying to claw her way free
but there is to be no release.
Bowing her head she gives into the shadows
allowing the feelings of hatred, despair
loathing and disregard for her well being
To find the toe holds and chinks in the armour.
The figure on the bed turns, and she beholds herself
wrapped in a cocoon of black shadows
of feelings so strong, so torrential
and still unbidden tears do seep.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen February 2017