Visions of Faint Apparitions

A ghost story.

Silence awakes me, shivers and shakes me
and makes me aware of the cold in the air
and the stare of the strangers who await me

Frozen and trembling, they're slightly resembling
a rendering of sorrow and horrors in shadow
that tomorrow I'll try not remembering

As fear is grasping me, holding fast to me
it has to be those abiding too close
who take hold of what I'm imagining

My eyes may betray, deceiving in shapes
displayed there before the dark of the door
the forms of the mystical and strained

Spirits or specters, uncertain to whether
they enter my vision in faint apparition
with decisions to hold to the nether