It comes at night, when it's the darkest hour.
It crawls under your bed when your tears shower.
Too lost in your own sorrows, you've never heard it creep.
It sits next to you, staring at you when you're deep asleep.
It watches you in the pitch dark,
it's the reason why the street dogs horribly bark.
It knows all your secrets,
and so it knows how to haunt.
It's nothing but a shadow that's always lurking around.
It hides under your room, waiting to be found.
The scariest yet most beautiful thing is that it won't harm you,
as it loves you and to get you it will do anything.
Ridhi Pandey
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryThese are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
