Spector Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Spector
Written by Wilfred Mellers Friday 28th March 2025 @1pm

I see specters moving among the shadows in my mind. Phantoms dwell in the corners of my peripheral vision, and I hear echoes of my childhood memories. Children were laughing and playing outside my window.

I am plagued by sleep paralysis that haunts my waking hours. She visits me occasionally to remind me of things she wants me to remember. I never accept without regret, at least not yet. She is a true temptress, making her presence known to my mind. It feels so real that I can sense every breath she takes. She holds and comforts me while I lie awake in a dream.

It feels so tangible that I can almost taste her perfume in my room. Is it real, or just a fantasy? Time does not want to reveal itself to me. I understand it is an illusion, but I cannot help how I feel. Shadows continue to dance across my walls.

I cannot tell if she is an angel or a demon, even if she claims to be one or the other. I asked her name, but she hesitated, as she goes by many. The name I heard sounded absurd, yet 'Vanidhal' lingers in my mind. I am unfamiliar with the spelling or even to whom I am referring, but that is the story I am sticking to.

I see angels in the architecture and phantoms everywhere. I am not afraid of these entities; I must prepare myself, for they are all around me. Thumping noises fill the night, and the lights flicker. Sometimes I hear them speak while I'm asleep. What are they saying? I don't know, for all my ears catch are mumblings.

So I wait, uncertain of my fate. Day in and day out, I am just waiting for an explanation or reasoning. If I didn't know better, I might say I was cursed, or even worse.