There Is Something (an imaginative poem)

There is something,

Out There

Watching me.

I’m afraid.

I am not going to run –

For what would that do? –

(it could find me anywhere)

– But I won’t lie,

I feel that I should.

 

Note: I wanted to publish this post when the leaves had changed, closer to Halloween, but thought that there could probably horrors in the trees right now. Can it be autumn already?