November 4, 2008 by esarsea
Original painting courtesy of Eric Czar
Sometimes at night I check the closets when I go to bed.
Sometimes I wonder if the demons are just in my head.
Alone in darkness I hear footsteps walk across the floor,
and I awake to find there’s no one knocking at my door.
My mother told me that it runs within the family,
to hear and see things that to you are not reality.
What were the seeds ancestors planted which from now I reap?
Sometimes I pray dear lord for just one decent night of sleep.
I have no fear of the unknown,
and death does not concern me.
But I am scared of what I know,
for what I know is my reality.
Another night I lay in silence waiting patiently,
and wonder when tonight the voices will come calling me?
I press my palms together and fall down upon me knees;
Please dear God make it stop, this clairvoyant insanity.