Hidden - Poetry of Loathing

Hidden

Tonight I am a ghost.
A shade - not quite in
The realm of the living.
A specter that watches -

I’m observed, but ignored
By most normal humans.
I’m not hiding -
There’s no reason to hide anymore.
I’m the wraith that sneaks up
And looks at your back.
You feel my stare - You turn around,
But I’m not there anymore.
You go back to what you’re doing;
But still I am watching you.
I am the revenant that wakes you
Screaming in the night -
Soaked in sweat.
I am a figment of your imagination
Made real by fear.
Sleep well - sweet dreams…
I will be watching you.

Have a nice day - VoidsBane