Patterns by Ana Theresa C. Adriano

Can you hear them? The voices… In the icy air Of this deadly hour… No! My Heart beat! try to stop them! they might hear me, Common give me mercy! They are coming! It  seems to me that all the light On this world disappear. I can snatch my breath, It was slow and short. With rhythmic stops one after the other. Silently, don't talk— You can hear them too, right? The shadows are watching, My eyes! I can see them all! Trapping my soul with darkness… With invincible eyes, With undefined grins. Can you hear them? The voices… Hollow and puff In the icy air Of this deadly hour…