A whisper in my ear, a cold embrace. Something guides my thoughts, not a choice.

A glimmer of a moment, long since passed. A flash of something new, undiscovered, tomorrows forecast.
Toss and turn but can't shake the guest. If I fall asleep, I'll wake with it on my chest. The pressure burrows, to the hearts core. Haunted by a life unexplored.

The shadows down the hallway float and scatter, no light nor movement explains the pattern. It keeps you awake, to make it's presence more known. The thinner the veil, the more it is shown. It feeds off the weakness stored in a weary mind. Its stronger with illness, this friend of mine.