estranged

The windows are foggy, there are weird noises and its dark.
Shadows which quite possibly could be my own.
Are dark forces present?
Is it them I see in the far corners of my vision... a hand.
Sometimes I feel like I've been gone and this is all
a dream while waiting in between.
Often I feel I've drifted or flipped from the hammock into an
alternate universe where all things are the same yet blurred...
I need some rest.

to those who hum

that figure you thought you saw in the corner of your eye.
that shadow you thought you'd imagined following you around that corner.
that stare you felt in the dark,
that presence you sensed at greenfield park.
that which made you suspect if something was behind that cypress tree.. was me