Driven Under

for contest, emotional poetry.

An echo resonates within me.
Vague yet there;
the sweet sound of your voice
fills the infinite darkness.

Haunted by apparitions dressed in your clothing,
they wear your scent and mimic your smile...
Taunting me in the dark of night,
in the hazy hours before dawn
where madness breeches reality
giving loneliness a new meaning.
.
Fear clenches my heart,
for if I allow you to go the way of dreams
what fancies will be left for me?
No, I'll not let go. These dead whims are mine alone.