Voice in the shadows

I hear you in the night

Whispering my name, I try to follow

Light crawls through the room, hiding

Running from you’re voice but not I

I follow, longing to reach what others don’t

Wanting to touch what other’s wont

Into the shadows you creep

Leaving my body cold and numb

Numb until the pain sets in

Until I feel the loss again

Nights are the hardest time of day... I don't know about you but when my head hits the pillow at night I immediately start thinking... thinking of the past, thinking of the future, thinking of the possibilities.  Sometimes these thoughts help me drift off into a peaceful rest but other times they keep me awake.  I wrote this poem many years ago but the premise is still the same... There always seems to be a voice in the night... with more power than I have.