Insomniac

I see the shadows whispering,
as if making a silent pact
The winds are blowing swiftly
but they keep the autumn leaves intact

I feel the creatures closing in
waiting for a call
The feelings grow stronger
A touch, a sound, a bawl

As if in tandem, the moon comes out
It's light unseen, figure illusory

And then the figures dance
and the wind dies
In an opera of the morbid,
the autumn leaves fly

The figures of the dark
they appear every time
Every time I close the door
Every time I shut the light

I can't close my eyes
I'm afraid of the dark