Agateophobia

I've come to terms with the shape in the corner of my eye

The silhouette in dark as I pass by

The bringer of a presence when none is about 

Its softest of whispers that yet make me shout

Its always there when I'm home alone

Or feeling for lightswitches in others abodes

Its in the kitchen rattling drawers

Between shirts and jackets

Open closed closet doors

Tapping on walls

Tiptoeing on floors

At the end of the hallway?

Behind me now 

quick!

Turn around in an instant

Darting eyes are not slick 

That light does not fade it

The dark seems to shift

The corners of the room

From ceiling to floor

Its now in the attic of which I knew not before

The curtains are drawn

Wrapped up all in bed

Its still at the window

Or maybe my head

It'll grab at my feet if I leave them exposed

The void under all furniture is what it calls home 

'I must stay away'

I think

'What if it gets all too near'

Stories of murder is all that I hear

Yet

While I'm asleep I know it whispers in my ear

And the blankets are no armor

Then so close to my body? and only it leers?

Perhaps all that it wants is it's dear it calls fear

A monster in mindset 

Only weak will can it spear

And all I am doing is feeding...

No

No

...It's really here