HORROR Poem: Nothing is Waiting in the Dark, by Damean Mathews

Nothing is waiting in the dark
That is the lie they tell us
Nothing is waiting in the dark
But what is that movement in the corner
Just out of sight

Nothing is waiting in the dark
But what is that scratching sound
Every time the lights go out
Nothing is waiting in the dark
But was the wood so warped before?

Nothing is waiting in the dark
But I know that wasn’t my stomach
Growling loud enough to echo
All through the room
Nothing is waiting in the dark
But now the light isn’t as bright

Nothing is waiting in the dark
But I feel hear something moving across the floorboards
The sound of feet, claws, paws
Scratching, lurking, creeping
From the impossibly dark corner
Nothing is waiting in the dark
But the room is more dark than light now anyway

Nothing is waiting in the dark
But I feel something breathing
Rank breath, splashing its thick odor across my face
Sending chills down my spine as my stomach churns
I try not to vomit, to cry out, to open my eyes
I back away as far as I can, but I’m in my own corner now
Nothing is waiting in the dark,
But now the room is only dark
And I know I am not alone

Nothing is waiting in the dark
When the sun rises
Light fills the room to find…
Nothing
No one is left to wonder if
Something is waiting in the dark.