Peace isn't all that it seems
as we are kept in our dreams
they cry with curdling screams.
Listening can you hear
echoing in your ear
the creatures cawing near?
Within the shadows they stalk
the places that we walk
voices a haunting squawk.
Beings of the night
do you have the sight
to see them in flight?
Blending into the dreary sky
invisible unless you try
looking at darkness in the eye.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
