SCARED

Yes, I am scared.of things I can not hold Of things I can not touch. They play games, games I can not understand.
At night, they appear as ghost Twisted bodies and distorted faces Afloat in the air.Their howling voices filled every space.
They prick  my eyes every now and then, They want me blind.For the things I see, tells the truth.But they shun away  from the light and hide,When the sun is up.

©jenh2011