THEY BRING FEAR

 A cold, October night, wind rushing through the trees,

Creeks and sounds wake me in the darkness.

I think to myself, can you hear it, a sinister and evil little laugh.

As if it were far off in the distance.

Am I imagining things, I get up and take a look around,

Again, a heartstopping sound.

Through the window, the moonlight shines,

I can see it, the shadow of a creature.

Maybe just a foot or so tall,

It can’t be real, only in my mind as it vanishes again.

There it is, staring at me with those horrible eyes,

Running down the hall, out the door with a horrible little laugh.

Some kind of miniature, little elf,

I am trapped, looking out the window in the dark, cold, night.

They’re everywhere, more of them are out there,

Where they come from I do not know, they bring fear.

Night after night they gather, with no place to run,

Just a place to hide.

They are by sight, horrible to the mind,

What they want is not known, what I know is that they bring fear.

Keith Garrett

    WHAT HAUNTS THE NIGHT

   Peeking out at you from the closet or hiding under your bed,

  What frightens the mind, what haunts the night?  

   From a child’s thoughts, a stranger’s face in the window,

   Sounds in the hall that seem to get closer.

   From reality to fantasy, does Frankenstein walk the stormy night,

    Bolts in his neck, a face that terrifies.

    Vampires that seek blood and live through the night,

   A myth of terror by moonlight.

   Does a mummy awaken from his tomb in the cold,

   Wrapped in white cloth, does he search for you?

  Bats do fly but will they find you tonight,

  Attack and bite until morning’s light.

  A black cat sits and watches on this Halloween of fear,

  If you cross his path, will you soon disappear?

  Ghosts and Goblins, creatures of fright,

   Witches so ugly fly on their brooms by the moon.

  Castles and curses, haunted houses appear,

  Is it all in one’s mind,  will they all vanish by light,

  What haunts the night, what scares your mind?

      Keith Garrett

                                                                               DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!

          I was warned about it many times by my grandfather, father, and 

          For many years, family members,

         The rule was when visiting this most unusual house was never go 

         Downstairs past the basement.

        There’s a room further on that’s been built into the earth,

        A fearful warning, don’t open the door! has been echoed for a century.

        I went down one night after everyone went to sleep, I wanted to know

       What was in there,

       I put my ear to the door and listened for a possible sound.

       Quiet, no window to look through, nothing,

        I discovered a key above the door, hanging there.

        Although I wanted so badly to see what was in that room I wondered

        More why this key was there if it was so forbidden to open the door?

       I went back to bed, night after night dreams filled my head,

       What was in there? a monster, crazy people, were there bodies or treasure?

       Could it be just an empty, old, room of dust and cobwebs?

       I needed to know and soon I would find out,

       I would see what no person should ever see, I took the key into my hand

       And unlocked it,

      I heard the words don’t open the door! but I did, I opened the door,

      Oh God! I opened the door.

          Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                                     

          On this Island I am stranded, no one knows I am here,

         I am sought out fore they know my whereabouts.

         Not only am I trying to survive but now I must hide,

       never staying in the same spot, this is no home.

        Through the night it is that I try to sleep but I must keep watch,

         Prison of fear has become my existence.

         Every day, each night I take refuge in a different site,

        It’s now morning’s light once more, time to move on.

        I am hungry as I quietly hide, things to eat, here and there,

       To live this way for the rest of my life would be a most certain hell.

        They are always on the hunt, following through the brush,

       Over a hill, or in the distance.

       I will eventually tire, they will find me,

       They are my fear, this is my prison of fear.

         Keith Garrett

I got really sick last week, very fast, one morning.

I had brain surgery and it was good, I’m home now.

Thank you all for reading my poetry.

Keith Garrett