The Hum

 

Do you hear the hum at night?

When silence should be all around,

when the only light

Is the moon tracing the ground.

At first you can barely hear it,

just a distant sound, It doesn't make sense.

But once you notice it,

it knows you are listening

and the noise becomes more intense.

 

Do you hear the hum?

Try not to deny it.

When all else is quiet,

Do you hear the hum?

When alone in your room,

when the darkness is your companion

and your heart fills with doom.

 

Do you hear the hum?

The glum grind inside your ears,

the dull sound that imparts fear.

It sounds like interference

but it isn't, it could be motorways 

somewhere off in the distance,

or a railway with repairs being made.

But it is not, it’s not, it’s not

 

It's the beings climbing from the grave,

it's fingers clawing at coffin lids

through the soil they dig.

It's something lurking in the dark,

a terrifying creature ready to stop your heart.

It's the man in black,

his cloaked figure creeping.

It's the reaper,

out for his nightly reaping.

 

Do you hear the hum?

It's outside the window,

a crescendo.

Is it just animals on the prowl?

Or the squark of an owl.

Is it the rustle of the wind against the window frame?

Then why is it calling your name?

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle