They announce they are there,
in the whispers of the air,
but our ears don't hear
the words spoken here.
We just amble along.
Keep calm. Carry on.
If we knew the darkness that sat
just in the corner of the room,
or the creatures that chatter
in the midnight gloom.
If we could see or hear,
we would end up
quivering, wrecked,
and braindead with fear.
They jostle and hustle all around,
as we go about life's bustle,
not hearing a sound.
They walk in front,
and we see right through them,
but we sense the affront,
to the life we once knew.
If they get hold of your mind
they chew it up and spit it out.
Feasting on the would'ves,
the could'ves, the should'ves.
They use you. Abuse you,
fill you with doubt.
Making you feel all alone,
whilst they are feeding on your fear.
Fear that has been fleshed out,
given a body, that you call home.
On the babble of the wind
beneath the rippling
frequencies we can hear.
In the range of light we can't see.
They keep stalking me.
Walking just a step,
a breath away.
They can't get you,
if you are feeling positive.
If the mood starts to lift,
they drift on torment and misery,
like it's some rift of a wide-open sea.
You can feel them sometimes
when the hairs of your neck pinprick up.
When you get goosebumps on a warm day,
When something makes you jump.
You will know they are around
in that moment when you are drifting,
into a sound peaceful sleep,
and suddenly you fall into the bed,
sinking, scared. You know your alone.
Yet your heart is pounding
a drum beat in your head.
That's when they are close.
Think of something pretty instead.
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