The Unknown

 

They feed in the darkness.

When you think your mind is playing tricks on you,

But you can’t deny the jump your heart makes

or the breath stuck in your throat that is long overdue.

 

They feed in the darkness.

When you hear the floor creak and the sound of heavy shoes

But pretend you are already fast asleep

And not wondering what it is—or whose

 

They feed in the darkness

When you’re forced to consider not only the 'maybes' of the present

But also the ‘what-ifs' of the past  

And that is when the ghosts start their descent

 

They feed in the darkness. They feed on fear.

They feed when you're all alone.

Not one soul is safe.

Because, who doesn't fear the unknown?