Insomnia

I felt him watching me yesterday,

A feeling that I can’t explain.

And maybe it is he’s seen me before

But willful ignorance is a numbing chore

He’s followed me home more than I know

He peeks in from the corner of the window

I fear that when I fall asleep

Into my bedroom he might creep

So I make sure to lock the doors

Listen for noises, just to be sure

And there I lie awake at night,

Fearing he might give me a fright

I’d wake up to his face being the last

Thing that I saw before I passed.

And I’d look up with eyes so wide,

He’d look down with a sinister smile.

And so you see I cannot sleep

For it may be the last night I see.