There is a signal
in my brain,
telling me to move,
but I can’t seem to.
Frozen in place,
knowing that
danger is on its way.
This is like
a terrible dream
come to life.
I’m here, immobile,
while out there,
the nightmare
stalks.
I feel it watching me.
Through no fault of my own,
I’ve taken it upon myself
to be the one to know
the face of disaster,
the name of despair.
I want answers
and I’ll do whatever it takes,
even despair,
when I get
what I want.
Look into the eyes
of the night.
Learn its name
and speak it right.
Touch its skin
and know my fear.
Let it in
and it all
becomes so clear.
Speaking the name
of my shadow.
HG – 2020
