WHAT WATCHES Keith Garrett
The dreams were there from time to time
Haunting my mind, torment of another kind.
Alone in a house so dark, the wind howling,
I am peeking out a window into the dark of night.
In the distance he stands, a shadowy figure dressed up in black,
His clothes move with the wind, silent as he knows I am there,
I am alone and he knows of my fear.
There are times when I am walking through the streets at night,
No cars, people, as if I’m the only one in this world.
Again it is windy, dark, and always the horrible fear,
I am followed, from a distance but I know something is out there,
Nobody, no face, somewhere, always there.
My dreams are not real but now each night I peek out of the window,
Waiting for him, this dark, shadowy figure.
If I keep searching then will he appear, I find myself walking,
The dark, night streets wondering if he follows,
Imagining him out there, somewhere.