BE GONE.

Why dont you see me?
Do you not know that I am here?
You live in my home, I am the noise late at night , I am what the dog barks at when you are all alone.
I am the chills that you sometimes feel, a presents, a sense of someone, when there is nobody home
Sometimes I just stand and watch you while you sleep, sit on your bed , try to remember what it is like to breath
I have flickered the lights when you sit at night, I have made you question if someone is here, oh yes, I have seen your fear, I am in the darkest corner, "watching you my dear". .
When she took my life, it was not meant to be
Now you are here in my home
I do not wish to harm you, I do not wish to fight, but I am becoming more frustrated and lonely each night
I did not mean to break it, the photo frame that day, I was sad at the picture of your children and you at play.
I do not know how you got here, Or why are you in my house?
I have tried to tell you nicely " to just go away"
My family might come back when you are gone, and with my children I could play
I do not like how you have moved things, or the colours you choose
You must leave now, you know you will lose
To-night when you sleep, I will play with your hair, blond and silkly just like my little girls
I used to put ribbions and make beautiful bows, dress them with bloomers under lace clothes, hug them and love them, tell them they are the best.
This was my life before being laid to rest
She grew jealous of my love for them. A horror of a women, tried to ruin the love we had with all of her mite. Bitter and twisted, full of spite
In this very room, the room that you write she came behind me one dark lonely night
Took the breath from my body, drove the knife deeper to made sure i was dead. The apple blossom tree in your garden, under it she placed me when she was sure I was dead.
My girls had no father, no one to protect them or to fight against the evil that lived with them in this house.
A crazy mother, whos mind was absent and full of dispear, this was all that they had, so I simply had to stay, how could I rest for even one day
I had to save my family and get rid of that woman, so with my children I could be once more
In the attic my spirit woke one rainy dark night. I walked around the house so quitely only to find you sleeping here in my house
My little girls where nowhere to be found, I looked and I looked
But when I saw them
Buired beside me in the ground
I know that their spirits must come now out to play, to live here with me forever and a day
But first you must " GO AWAY."
So tonight dear I will sit while you sleep and I will play and run my fingers through your hair, place my hand gently upon your face, I will give you this one last grace.
When you wake in the morning you must leave this place
I wont always play nicely, wont be gentle for long
Remember me when the dog barks, take notice when the light flickers, next time you feel a chill down your spine, remember this letter I left for you, Warning received - BE GONE.
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you have a wonderful talent. I have read all your writings here. I hope I get to see a lot more. Do you know that your name sounds almost like lewis carroll. Could you be related, He is the author of jaberwocky. And it is one of my whole familys all time favorites. Im not comparing you because I love your writing for your own style. But jaberwockey is a all time great work.
Hi Rachel, thank you so much for your kind comments, it means SO much to receive encouraging comments. I do know the writer Lewis Carroll. Many times I have been asked the question about is there any relation between us. But sadly no, no relation. :( I wish i had even half the talent of this writer.
I have always loved writing my whole life. Being Irish i suppose i have the gene of being a bit of a storyteller.
Really thank you for your comment, it has made my week. :)
Louise.x
Im Irish american my grandfather was irish, scotish and english to I guess were both story tellers I love your story telling and dont cut yourself short . You are a wonderful writer.
Thanks Rachel :) I must have a look at your writing on here. You have a great mix of genes there. wow you have no choice, you have just got to be great. x
Omg louise, i have never read anything so interesting, i loved it :-)
Ahh thanks Laura, you found my fav hobbie. Writing. :) great for the nights when i cant sleep.lol. Thanks for your comments. x
Never knew sites like this existed :-)