Staring at the end of the bed
Watching, reaching out, waiting
All for the right moment

The shadow always changes,
but always feels the same way
Paralysing fear, pressured into panic
Its stature far from being organic

Eyes wide and heavy breathing,
but it doesn't attack, it doesn't reach me
It watches and watches, standing still
Its eyes on me, sounds coming in a shrill

Drowning in my bed, chocked gasps
Terror in the night as it seems neverending
The shadow growing, towering over me
as I begin to wonder if I will ever be free

But it doesn't stop
Watching, reaching out, waiting
All for the right moment

© E. Orchids