Shadows.

Nightmares like thunderstorms in broad daylight. Real life problems am trying to escape from. Dressed in fear...my closet is filled with monsters. Whispers that chills my spinal cord. Muted screams that goes unheard. Every move made feels like am being watched from a distance. Fear that my time might be near. My limps torn and tired from running. I need a place to lay my head and rest. All the zombies after me hoping for a catch. Instead of fleeing, elbows and knees down to pray. My last words given up to most high. Waiting for the dervish to tear me apart and feed on my flesh and bones. And when am gone I hope my loved ones will cherish all the good times we had