Quick, look behind you!
Inky blackness
Spills into itself.
Do you feel their eyes
Watching you
From the darkness.
No, don't look now!
Hideous creatures,
Bleeding night,
Slithering so close.
Do you feel the chills
Race up your back.
Yes, keep walking!
Not too fast though.
They can taste your fear.
But something
Far more sinister
Lies in wait
As you move
Alone in the night.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
