Creep

A Poem by Young Mountain

The 3rd short in the series "Behind The Empty Curtain".

Can you hear the cackle grow near
As you open your eyes & the shadows on the wall look back at you with disdain.
Do the walls swallow in with a mouth wide open ?
Do the windows glisten bright with the glare of the moon ?
Do you wish the night was brighter & everything came into focus ?
As the howl growls near & fear lurk