I used to live in the attic of an old house
My room had a skylight through which the moon would shine,
casting shadows,
creating horrors for my young mind to feast on
Alone
Always alone, I created these demons
.....
Many years later a different kind of demon follows me
always there like a shadow of my past
I fear that all to whom I am close are apparitions
Gone with a subtle gust of wind
Dispersed through the world
never to be seen again
.....
Just like the fears of my young mind,
My shadows haunt me at night
and I hope to never face my demons in the daylight