Dread

At night it comes creeping
I don’t see it
I feel it
Trapped under bed sheets
Rigid from the knowledge
Of what I know waits
I don’t hear it
I smell it
I don’t know what it wants
But I can’t face it
Standing still
In the next room
Midnight comes and goes
Still it waits
Still I must wait
For the night I look up
From my bed
And come face to face
With fear