~Esther Mitchell, 2011~
It creeps along the floorboards,
Whispering my name,
Its siren song beckons,
Promising freedom from the blame.
“Sleep,” it croons within the dark corners,
“Rid yourself you pain,
Never think on it again.”
Oblivion beckons me,
Arms open wide in welcome,
Tempting me to its side,
When the night’s darkest hours hum.
“Rest,” chants the ghost of all my fears,
Calling me so sweetly,
I don’t know right from wrong.
I know this siren song,
It holds a promise false as dust,
But when the darkness falls,
I wonder if that song is all that I can trust.