Spectre

A phantom lives in me, a ghost you cannot see Ignore her and she’ll catch you unaware.

The shadow in my sight, the darkness in the night, the demon who resides under the stair.

This thief unto the day, she robs me of my way awareness of my inner self betrayed.

I cannot keep her still, by effort, hope or will she wants to rise and shatter all I’ve made.

Who will win, she or I? Who’s the truth? Who’s the lie? The monarch of this body that we share?

We both want to be left, the other self bereft, of everything inside that’s good and fair.

We have been here before, her scratching at the door illusions that I try so hard to fight.

Of course I don’t give in and let the spectre win I banish her and thus she haunts the night.