Fear

I could feel

A dark shadow

Hovering behind me

Pleading with me

Never to turn aback

I feel its breath

Cold like the Flu

And its image

So alive

My nerves yelped

To the clouds

Dreading what it knew

But hush! I hear it still

Down the criss-cross way

Under the winding boughs

And my warm breath,

The cry of the

Tormented soul

Awakened and suffering

And yet,

Not human.