Frequent Visitor

In darkness
The moon's silhouette
Shines through tree branches
Casting an eerie glow

This is the place
Where

I saunter homeward with
Confidence in my stride.
Day is waning and night is
Creeping in on me like
A tiger on its prey.
Dark

It's the only way to describe

The feeling

For no reason at all

Or so it seems

The moment comes

Fear

Bubbling up in my chest

Toying

I've examined my life on some paper,
To be honest, it's not looking good,
Bills need paying, no food in the fridge,
I feel

Resubmit: "Don't Write That"

only alone do you believe there are
secret messages written under your skin
and it's poisonous