I’m in the darkness here, alone and weak,
I hear the shadows laughing to my face.
Pale memories, which cannot be erased,
They’re still alive, they came to stare at me.
Astounding glee of half-transparent ghosts
Suppresses mind and makes a thorny wreath.
They’re all around, they’re sucking out my breath,
They crucify me on a window cross.
Hallucinations? They are more than that.
My lunacy, my madness and my curse.
They’re more than real, they’ve come here to immerse
Me in their world, malevolent and dead.
They go and hide, when night’s about to end.
They hide in me, in corners dark they sit.
I am the source of evil that I see.
A haunted sonet
© Copyright: Даша Добролюбова, 2009
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