Perception

Maybe

It was the

Shadows

Of the tired night

That played games

With

My eyes

Or maybe

I was searching

An image

To embody

The restless volcano

In my mind.

For he stood there

Outside

My window

Under a street light

Prowling

And as i stared

Terrified

Through

Half open blinds

In a semi-dark room

I saw him

The Predator.

I sat motionless

On the floor

Concentrating

On the silhouette

Outside

Seeking

A tangible expression

To my fear

While he looked

Intensely

Sinister.

He could have been

A murderer

Lurking

In the dying breath

Of a wounded night.

I stared in horror

Throwing

All my hatred

And my hurt

Till

The image outside

Breathed

Evil

And i withdrew

In repugnance

Blanking

My mind

Of all the thoughts

Imprisoning me.

The first inevitable sounds

Of dawn

Woke me

From my reverie

The milkman whistled

As he cycled by

And

The pure nascent rays

Of a new day

Stroked

The fresh guileless face

Of an youth

Smiling

To himself

As he read the morning paper

Outside

My window.