The shadow lingers at my feet.
It whispers, then it shrieks.
My eyes met its gaze as I speak.
"Entity, we are the same."
Another scream pierces my ears.
It floats and radiates its negative energy.
Then it circles me.
Bombarded with the mental noise of today, my patient has long died.
The entity flickers and I can't help but feel livid.
What does this hope to achieve?
Suddenly, it rushes me, and tries to break my stance.
An evil smile creeps on my face as it is forced back.
At first, it is stunned. Baffled.
It rubs its eyes and stares at me.
Then it sits up and bows its head as I continue on my way.
The space between us gradually loads then it gets up and approaches me.
It offers itself to me, it begs, and it pleads.
Each step I take seems to ring as I walk away.
Cognitive thoughts run an analysis.
If I can walk away from a spiritual being then why cannot I walk away from them?
The physical leaches that mentally drain me.
Is it pity that I feel? For the ignorant?
Or am I going soft? Whereas the spiritual world has its demons,
The physical word has its leaches.
Sobbing creeps at my eardrums.
Sensory overload pours the environment at my feet.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in.
For I am in control.
Today reminded me that only I control me.
No demons can taint me.
Leaches can try to such my energy dry.
But it is me who allows these factors to proceed.
I am in control.
At least, that's how it should be.
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April 29 2019
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Assurgent Construction
PoetryA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
