Faceless

The monster who stalks my dreams is faceless
I find myself wishing I could see
More of it’s unavailable countenance
Or know something of it
It crackles in the darkness
With an energy immortal
Showing itself through the gloom
See it from the corner of my eye
Although it follows nightly, close
I am no longer afraid
What it represents
I do not know
It is a constant companion
Which I tolerate till I know it’s purpose
One day I shall.

Ailsa

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley