Shadow People Poem by James McLain

There was no before and no normal time
not when I was a small child being a child I could see.
To allow them more power,
I could taste the metalic fever the power they had over me.
These were not those strange bumps in the night
and afraid of the sounds I could hear.
Shadows that felt, shadows I smelled more than three.
Precognition my recognition when deep asleep some I would feel.
I could see those young spirits
they would use me in order to see them as shadows that fly.
I can still see the spirits in my house at night time,
and my sleeping in darkness when light is no more fear to will be.
Honestly I most of the time sleeping and praying
day fades away into night I start suffering.
Ink very dark ink turning from black introduced red.
The dark mouth hanging over me
a sinking feeling I could not shake again has become too much.
For a while I will sleep again on my back
as a shadow I see missing full lips consumes me.