Fear

 *work in progress                                                                                          24th September 2013

There's something in my room at night.

I can sense it there.

It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.

It fiddles with my hair.

It walks across me in my bed.

Like paw prints in the mud.

It's messing with me in my head.

I'ts curdling my blood.

It follows me from room to room.

It makes my bed quake.

This symbol of impending doom.

I see it when I wake.

   The culprit of this haunting is inside of me.

   So no matter where I go I can never flee.

                                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe