This poem was previously published in the Autumn 2014 issue of Tales of the Talisman.
Behind the Walls
there is something there unseen
scratching and rustling behind the walls
buzzing that roots itself behind my eyes
it follows me it sometimes wanders
stalking something behind the walls
warded off by company but still heard distantly
they do not cease they do not relent
voices resolve from the noises behind the walls
murmuring chants that echo through the house
they now carry into my nightmares
sounds suggesting colors made behind the walls
twisting my perceptions to meet in alignment
with the Presence lurking behind the walls
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