Peripheral

They dwell in the peripheral a place I truly dread Not sure exactly what they are I think that they are dead They stalk the corner shadows in the day or black of night I sense their movements vaguely always dashing out of sight They themselves are darkness having neither form nor face When trying for a clearer look they're gone without a trace I used to think perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me until that night while in my bed they tapped me on my knee When something laid down next to me I felt the mattress sink I threw the lights on straightaway and poured myself a drink I glimpse them in the darkened halls and doorways here throughout Sometimes I hear their mutterings as they all roam about There have been times when I can swear they're right next to my ear with breathing or faint whisperings and I'm awash with fear They dwell in the peripheral that place I truly dread I pray that I'm just crazy and they're only in my head 2/22/19