Fear’s thickness creeps
Through convenient cracks & crevices
In calm’s inner sanctum.
Take nightly inventory
While heavy ghosts breathe deep,
Beating down death’s damning door
To trap another dead shadow
Halfway down the hall....
Where its destiny meets its fate.
Trapped in loathsome darkness.
Its solitary agenda delayed
Just long enough for nocturnal tallies
To be completed
And awful but clever maneuverings
To remain undetected.
Fear’s smooth machinations
Willfully disturb one world to the next
Where the things you hear
Ain't often seen;
Hiding in the tenseness of delerium.
Cloaked in the stillness of relief.
Deceptive and silent.
Sinister and present.