That Which Waits
- jan-u-wine
A black eye,
glittering
like a bead
lost between sunlight
and shadow,
glints beneath ragged
white.
Shapes......
shapes of things
that were
and are not....
things
that should not be here,
here in the fearful silence.
I should not be here,
wrapped in darkness
so full
it is like a slow river
of night,
pulling me inside itself.
I am finally
alone.
So alone
and
lost.
Not just in the darkness
that has
become a living thing.
No.
I had not accounted for
the darkness
that lives
within
and touches
my mind
with blackened hands
until
every shadow
bleeds terror,
every sound
runs quick-silver
fear through my mind.
What is it.....
what
is it
I hear?
Nothing.
It is
nothing.
Nothing before
nor
behind me.
Nothing below
nor
above.
Nothing
waits
for me.
Oh.