FROM THE DARKNESS

There’s a sound, stare, into the darkness,

Footsteps are there, listen to the crunching of leaves.

What’s in the dark, can you see that it’s real,

 Does it watch you as you try to see, can it smell your fear?

From the darkness it moves closer, but much too dark,

Out of the darkness, it is you who can not step.

Feel it as you know it is there, you know that it stares,

Your eyes are open but only for you, darkness is everywhere.

What is it that haunts the one who lives in the dark,

Could it be all the sounds you do not see?

 From the darkness, you can not wander,

From the darkness, you can not be.

Keith Garrett