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.