Shadows

 

Alone in my room

with my madness

I see the shadows

the usual and the unusual

moving I´m scared

I don´t want them touch me.

 

I cover myself with my blanket

of thick wool

that protects me

from the cold there

out of the bed.

The scary dark room Frightens me

an icy whisper speaks to me

"Fear not, nothing will happen"

scary shadows frighten me

moving, speaking

whispering, but not silent

one improbable language

of unfinished words.

 

I turn to fall asleep

and I notice the presence frightens me

someone turns on the light

Is it a shadow?

no it´s my brother

arriving at dawn.

 

I´m here in my bed

covered by the thick

woollen blanket

that warms my body

again the lights off

my brother is asleep

he notices nothing

but the shadows return

lurking and moving

I fall asleep

and in the morning they are gone 

those heavy shadows too.