Those Nightmares

I've ran away a thousand and one times
from the unknown that lurk.
They are always in the corners of my eyes.

It forces me to dash out the door from, which I came.
Silent as a ghost trying desperately
to find some, sort of safety.

In… the light, perhaps.
I do fear the darkness, for it's ever-present.
The strange changing of shapes…

Shape shifting?

Shadowy hands crawl up to my neck,
claw at my throat.
I dream those Nightmares.

Black masses that loom over
dragging me deeper into a melancholy-like state.
I shudder, for the tendrils follow and lick at my skin.

So I keep running for maybe, too long.
Into that even darker night.

When I realize that I'm the one who is screaming,
I try to reach out for the light beside me
that will end these haunting dreams.