MY SOUL SEARCHES

In the still of night,
black as coal.
Somethings not right,
within my soul.

Shadows on the wall,
coming from the dusky, smoke filled hall.
My soul screaming, what could it be,
who is this, following me.

Could it be the demons, creeping in,
is he following, me again.
From him, I try to hide,
but he finds me, deep inside.

My soul searches, for a place,
where he'll never, see my face.
Until that day, he finds my soul,
I'll keep hiding, in this hole.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy