A Small Haunting Voice

Small haunting voice in the night,
carry me to the edge.
This voice is terrifying to me,
shadows roaming, a child’s souls
that is dead.
Screaming, crying, rumbling in my head.

Keeping me hostage in this haunted house,
making me sad.
When the sun appears I’ll be so glad.
Waiting silently for the morning light.
Until I remember it’s just another night.

I lumber around in a sleepless walk all day.
Hoping that the night voice will stay away.
Fear embodies me as evening approaches
and darkness falls.
A small haunting voice comes from the closet
under the stairs in the halls.

This voice carries me to the edge of my mind.
“Go away,” I shout, “Go away, please be kind!”
“Leave me what’s left of this nighttime.”

“Who are you, why do you haunt me so?”
“Why do you weep?”
“I am in need of some sleep.”

But on and on this small haunting voice
cries through the night.
Carrying me to the edge until daylight.

Copyright © 2009 Susan Elaine Graves