WHAT WATCHES

             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.

 No body, 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.

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