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With eyes wide open,

comes a pounding on the door.

No site,

no vision,

as I lay helpless on ones floor.

With a pinch to the arm,

to see that this was no dream.

Now shaking from the cold,

the pounding remains.

With sweat building on my chest.

Silent footprints begin to walk around.

For a moment

im felt blessed

and my fright was brought down.

Now a vision

of light flickering on the wall,

continuing to shadow

it begains to call,

out a holler of ones name

not said so clear

but said with animosity

and said as if they were near.

As fright goes away

I began to wounder why this is here.

Looking for something that has been lost.

Looking for something to share.

Cant figure out the meaning

of whats being said,

but sounding as if hes

coming back from the dead.

To visit a wrong doing

possibly

the fault of his death,

maybe even the person upstairs lying in his bed,

now looking for help

with nothing I can do.

For maybe this is a warning

as he is here to send me some clue.

As the morning arises

I react fast,

taking no chances.

Gathering up all my belongings

and making history of the past