Narrative: The Watcher

I lie awake in bed at night,

I can not sleep a wink.

I see him in the corner,

I dare not even blink.

He stares with glowing eyes at me,

When I am home alone.

And scratches on my walls,

Turns me stiff like a stone.

He hides inside my shower,

And waits till I see him.

He smiles as my eyes well up,

And laughs when lights are dim.

His thin frame watches over me,

For everything I do.

I don’t feel safe at home at night,

I fear my days are few.

He’s coming through my door frame,

He’s getting much too close.

He’s staring, smiling, laughing,

Says, “He always follows.”