When I was a young boy, at the dinner table, I would get sick to my
stomach and walk out of the kitchen. However, when I would get to the
staircase, 3 or 4 spirits would walk toward me, chanting. I would become
so scared that I would dry heave. This happened over a period of time
until one day, it all disappeared. I grew up in an old house on 18
acres. Sometimes, I wondered what souls truly lived there.


Consciousness


Oh, the sound is so deafening,
The pounding won’t stop.
Do I dare let them into the
Recesses of my mind? As
They knock on the door, do
I allow the souls to enter?
It bangs away at my un-
Conscious being. Escaping,
I will, once it goes away.
Shutting out the truth, the
Honesty of the right way
To head in a desolate
World of confusion.
Is the commitment I made
To myself mean more
Than the noise inside
My being? I have been
Here before, the souls
Creep upon you to des-
Troy the very fiber you
Trust and promises made
To your own brain. Do
I dare let them enter
Into a mind so scattered?

awsome poem. story behind it is freaky as he==