What lurks when we sleep?
Favouring the shadows,
While we drink daylight.
What creeps while I'm shielded by blissful dreams?
Does it desire silent peace,
Or crave vengeance?
What makes no sound and leaves no trace?
Does it see me with unblinking eyes,
Or is it as ignorant as I am?
What follows me when I navigate the night?
Is it a well-meaning guardian,
Or an enraged foe?
What seeks shadows?
What is watching?
What is waiting?
What has angered it so?
And why has it sought me out?
A/N:
felt a little quirky with this one gang
doesn't really have a meaning but then I am also kind of in awe of the supernatural.
anyways <3
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thirteen
Poetrythe realistic, unfiltered musings, poems and truth of the teenage years. All are written by me. Some are hypothetical situations, i'm in a good place, just very dramatic xoxo
