So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.
You can spend your time chasing ghosts, in the hopes they can see you in their shadows. You can lead a friend into the daylight, but only if they leave their darkness behind.
The red lights are flashing when she pulls up to the four way stop. "The grey Jeep goes first," she tells herself. "He's got the right of way."
Your venomous words reach out to grab me. Consume me. Stiffle my breathing. Causing me to whimper when I thought my soul had wept it's last.
She stops for a moment to feel the heat from the fireplace on her legs and hands. Winter time took such a toll on her so many years ago.
I really don't blame you. I know it's not your fault. We've been together for so long now and we know what works and what doesn't.
"The leaves are falling," she said. "I'm scared." "Shhhh," he whispered softly in her ear. "It's going to be okay." "You promise?"
Tic. Tic. Her wall clock needs a battery. It's been 6:35 PM for about a week now. She sits rocking on her couch alone.
He walks down the road. He tucks his head down to avoid the cold. He's on a mission. This we both know. To everyone else he's just a man that walks.