In Plain Sight, Unseen
A Dark Poem
I am always there, yet never present,
The inner voice that whispers fear, unrelenting.
In darkest corners, I linger and loom,
My words urging flight, foreboding doom.
The inner eye glimpses motion in shadows' embrace,
Planting images that time cannot erase.
Imaginative visions, haunting and cruel,
Replacing joy with the macabre and ghoul.
In the absence of proof, innocence stands accused,
Every sound, a harbinger, ominously infused.
The ever-listening inner ear awaits,
A nocturnal sound, dread it generates.
A phantom touch brushes past, unseen,
An ethereal presence, its grip keen.
Our sense of touch deceived, a spectral clutch,
Escape elusive from my otherworldly touch.
Deception lies dormant, a venomous sip,
In the depths of the glass, a fatal trip.
Tainted liquor, laced with death's decay,
Breathless, I remain, undetected as I sway.
I am always there, yet never present,
In Plain Sight, Unseen, your soul I torment.