Shadows From The Past Poem by The Dark

It’s the nights that are worst
When those you love have to go away
You silently beg and plead for them to stay
Once again, you feel cursed
As you lock the doors your strength grows dim
And you know you’re locking the evil in

That burning ember now a raging fire
Of every feeling you never desire
Consumes your heart, your mind, your power
As in your bed you weep and cower
Why should what happened so long ago
Come back today and hurt me so
What did I say, what have I done
To earn this evil wrathful sum
Of misery, of pain and grief
I must be bad, there’s no relief.