WHAT WATCHES

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’m 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 this 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 in the dark

Night streets wondering if he follows, imagining him out there, somewhere.

            Keith Garrett