The darkness brings terrors,
Of some you can't see,
But they see you,
And they see me.
.
I see the shadows,
Dancing in the night.
I see the blur
Under the cover of twilight.
.
Things move around,
Making it so eerie.
They cannot harm thee,
But they doth frighten me.
.
I see the eyes,
Spotted in the tree,
But as a kid,
No one believed me.
.
I feel their presence,
As they crawl along the fence.
I hear their call,
Their "promises" to catch me if I fall.
.
So every night,
They visit me,
To reek havoc upon my being.
The anxiety of being watched,
Pounds in my heart nonstop.
.
Why does thy not see,
The terrors that the night brings?
Is it for the light in your heart?
While mine heart is tainted with dark.
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
