A Ghostly Grip On The Heart Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In shadows cast by numbers unknown,
Anxiety rises, a spectral tone.
A stranger's call, a specter's glean,
Fear and worry, an unwelcome sheen.

Ex's specter, a haunting wail,
Attempts to grasp, to make hearts frail.
Behind his love, a drunken call,
Fear cascades, a looming thrall.

Boundaries tremble, fragile and thin,
A fear of the rabbit hole within.
Lost in echoes of a time long past,
Anxiety's shadow, a die cast.

Eleven calls, a relentless spree,
Yet, he lost out, failed to see.
I moved on, a heart set free,
Yet his hand lingers, a ghostly decree.

Fear's chill lingers, an unwelcome mate,
Anxiety's dance, a relentless state.
In the realm where shadows play their part,
He holds a piece, a grip on the heart.