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 my fear.

There are times when I am walking through the streets at night,

No cars, no 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 night

Streets, wondering if he follows, imagining him out there, somewhere.

Keith Garrett